Colten joined me downstairs a moment later with his own flashlight—a tiny LED one he kept on his keyring.
“You got it?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I pulled on the chord and activated the fuel inside the generator, like starting up a lawn mower. It took effect immediately and light filled the room.
Back upstairs, Dad had already retreated to his room.
“Wanna hit the hay?” I asked. The movie didn’t sound like fun anymore. I’d prefer to get to bed.
“Sounds good.”
We went to the bathroom and I retrieved a disposable toothbrush for Colten. I left him to it while I changed into pajamas in my bedroom. When he finished, I switched him spots. I took my time washing my face and brushing my teeth. My thoughts weighed the pros and cons of what could happen next.
Snuggling: it was cute and sweet and I’d be perfectly happy holding and being held, however, I’d been banking on staying at Colten’s and my body was ready for action.