The life Delphine had always dreamed of was just like today: a cozy little house where the soft sunlight lazily filtered through the gaps in the curtains. Benjamin and Nicholas sat on the mat, playing with building blocks, eating together, watching cartoons together. After their bath, they'd put on pajamas, their equally beautiful, wide eyes eagerly waiting for her to tell them bedtime stories.
"Mommy, I want to hear Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Daddy's witch voice is the best," Benjamin said sweetly, looking at Nicholas's blue pig pajamas and her own pink bunny pajamas, still finding rabbits the cutest.
"Benjamin, you've heard that so many times. Why not try a new story? I want to hear Robinson Crusoe. Mommy says adventure stories are the best," Nicholas scoffed, thinking the Snow White tale was far too childish.
"Really?"
"Trust your brother—I wouldn't lie to you," Nicholas said, patting Benjamin's fuzzy little head, adopting the air of a young adult.
