Two little giggles echo from the hallway. “The wildlings are coming,” Finn whispers into my hair. Avery and Eloise squeal while running toward us, and Finn bursts up to surprise them. He wraps his arms around them, pulls their bodies onto the bed, and yells, “Cuddle puddle!” They wiggle and giggle above the duvet, kneeing me in the thigh, and Finn takes an elbow to the face. Amid the joyful snickering, I suddenly remember my daydream. My fantasy: sweet touches and soft words and playful little girls asking for pancakes.
