“Nah, he’ll flip if he wakes up and you’re carrying him. “I’ll get Collin,” Bobby said, starting to turn out of the room. Bobby did the same with Zoe then stood back as Tommy raised the side again, locking it in place before switching off the small lamp on the dresser next to them. He found Max’s blanket and draped it over him before tenderly sweeping his hair back from his face. Leaning over the crib railing, Tommy gently set his brother down. When Max was older, he could take the spare bottom bunk, and Zoe could go into Colleen and Carrie’s room, but until then, this was it. The babies were already too big to share the crib, but they slept better when they were together, and hell, there was no room for them anywhere else. The twins shared what would be a master bedroom with Collin, Davey, and Mike. “Upstairs.” He swallowed his nervousness as he led the way. He didn’t want someone who had the ear of social services seeing anything in their house, let alone the tiny bedrooms with too many beds crammed into them. “Which way?”Īnother crunch of unease bit at Tommy. “They’ll sleep better in their own beds.” Bobby stood with him. “I hate to put ’em down, don’t wanna wake them…,” Tommy whispered as he started to rise from his seat. He tightened his hold on her, as if he intended to keep her to himself.īefore long, both babies were sleeping peacefully, seeming comfortable and in need of the rest. “I do,” Bobby murmured, looking over at Tommy and then down at Zoe.
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