Two year old Brianna's gaze lingered on her mom as she lay in her bed with the covers up to her chin.
"Mommy?"
"Yes, sweetie?"
"I wanna have a bedtime story."
"What sort of story do you want to hear, Brianna?"
"I wanna hear about one of the adventures you and my two aunties had when you were five."
"I see. I remember the time when your aunt Bubs and I got ourselves into somewhat of a sticky situation. It was up to your auntie BC to save both of us and she did after being rather reluctant to do so at first."
"What did she have to do, momma?"
"Something that she felt was against her nature."
"You mean, she had to apologize?"
"Exactly. She believed in being brash and highly impulsive. So apologizing wasn't exactly in her nature."
Bloss paused in her tale briefly and reached out to smooth some of Brianna's red locks out of her face. The two year old squirmed away.
"Finish the story, mama."
"As your aunt BC got older, she grew out of her brash and impulsive nature."
"Really?"
"She did indeed, honey. Now it's time for bed, sweetie."
"Ok, mommy."
The two year old scooted beneath her covers as Bloss stood up from her daughter's bed and she headed out towards the hallway but she paused and glanced back at Brianna.
"Good night, honey."
"Night, momma."
