"Hey, kid." Your older brother's voice floated from behind you, thick with sleep. You turned from where you sat kneeled on the kitchen counter, one small arm reaching for the cookie jar in the cabinet.

His bedhead pulled a small giggle from you, even more so when he took you into his arms and poked you in your stomach to tickle you. A small smile played on his lips as you giggled further from his tickling and squirmed in his arms.

"Midnight snacking, are we?" His gaze fell to the jar.