Clarissa
I balanced a sleeping Emma on one hip and a stack of patrol reports on the other.
The hallways outside the nursery were filled with footsteps as pack staff went about their duties. I heard laughter from somewhere downstairs and more conversations. As always, the kids weren't bothered with things like this.
More than anything, they sleep better with all the noise.
I nudged the nursery door open with my knees. Inside, the light was soft and golden, with a wooden mobile spinning over the crib that held Baby Nathan.
I moved over to the other empty baby cot and laid baby Emma down. She stirred, her mouth puckering before she relaxed again and continued sleeping.
"Boots off for naps," I whispered, because rules mattered even when the boots were small. My mother wouldn't stop drumming it into my ears that the more I repeat these rules, the easier they'll grow up and get used to it.
