Bruce set down the soup bowl onto the coffee table calmly. He smoothed their hair gently and sat down on the arm of the couch.

“Feeling any better?” he asked softly, looking down at them with a gentle smile.

It wasn’t a major sickness. They were simply running a low fever, a sniffle, perhaps a cough here or there. But he couldn’t help it. It was some internal instinct to be worried about them.