These past few days while Mom and Dad were away, the brothers shared a bedroom, and Hope stayed with Aunt Harper.
Amelia first went to check on the brothers. She saw the two little ones curled up under the blanket, only their small heads sticking out, looking adorable and well-behaved. Her heart instantly softened.
Christopher, the elder brother, was a naturally worrisome child. Even in his dreams, his delicate brows were subtly furrowed, as if concerned about something.
Amelia gently raised her hand and brushed it lightly across the space between her eldest son's brows, hoping to ease his worries away.
The younger brother, on the other hand, had always been carefree and was undoubtedly a foodie. Even in his sound sleep, he moved his lips occasionally, as if dreaming about something tasty.
Looking at the silly posture of her second son, she couldn't help but smile. She playfully flicked his nose and pulled the blanket back over him after he had kicked it off.