Henry LaMontagne was known for many things. His naturally quiet tread wasn't one of them. JJ had begun sitting in the living room, as if she had a teenager already, instead of a three-year-old with a propensity for late-night Spongebob marathons.

Like clockwork, after midnight, there was a familiar thudding on the stairs. JJ sat calmly in the living room, waiting for Henry to notice her. Dressed in Phineas and Ferb footie pajamas, with his hair looking slept-on, he was extra adorable. JJ was going to have to work to keep her resolve.

"Hey, buddy. What are you doing up?" she asked casually.

"Nothing," he answered, his eyes wide.

"Really? Because I thought you might have wanted to watch some cartoons again."

"How you know?" he asked, genuine shock all over his cute face.

"Moms know things," she answered vaguely. Best to keep the mystery alive for as long as possible. "Remember what I said last night? We only watch Spongebob when it's…"

"…Daytime," Henry pouted.

"That's right. So, back to bed with you. All right? Mommy loves you," she said, taking him by the hand and leading him back upstairs.

She tucked him in his toddler bed, snuggling next to him. She tried to ignore his begging, his crying, and his insistence that he "liked TV so much."

"Go to sleep," she told him.

"Not tired," he hiccupped, holding tight to one of her fingers. And then, "I miss Daddy."

"Daddy's working, but he's coming home tomorrow, okay? So, the quicker you go to sleep, the quicker he'll be back," she tried, when what she really wanted to say was that she missed Will, too.

"Okay," Henry whimpered and fell asleep holding JJ's hand.