"Finally..." James’ voice died away as I walked back into the room with Axel in my arms. "What are you doing?" he whispered. "He wants to sleep up here with us." "Are you serious? Why? Go put him back downstairs." "He's scared downstairs, James. He's just going to wake us up again in a few minutes if I do. It's fine." I set him down in the bed and crawled in next to him. "Fucking Stevenses, always getting in the way." "Language, James."
