Seraphina's POV
"Sera," she said carefully, then nodded like she'd just solved world peace. "What are you doing here?"
"I was thirsty. What about you, little cutie? Shouldn't you be in bed?"
She pointed at her stomach with the most serious expression ever. "My tummy is making angry noises. I'm hungry."
I couldn't help but smile. "Oh no! Angry tummy noises are very serious. What are you going to eat?"
She marched past me with the determination of a tiny general and opened a cabinet, pulling out chips and cookies. I frowned. That was not midnight snack material for a five-year-old.
I tilted my head and followed her. "You know what? I'm hungry too," I said, rubbing my stomach. "Can you share some of those snacks with me?"
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, and she quickly hid the junk food behind her back. "You already took my daddy away. You can't have my snacks, too."
I blinked, stunned by her words. Where did that come from? "Who told you I stole your daddy?"
