Bubs sat on her son's bed and leaned forward slightly to kiss him good night on the forehead before she stood up from his bed and made her way towards the doorway, but Bryan's voice made her pause.
"Mom?"
She turned back in his direction.
"What is it, honey?"
"Can you tell me about the time auntie Blo got a power only she could use and that it made both you and auntie BC jealous?" the five year old questioned.
"Sure I can, honey," she replied and took a seat on her son's bed again before she began the story he requested.
"I remember that event well. It was one of those extremely hot days and your aunties and I were just about to all eat breakfast but your auntie BC made our breakfast meal way too hot, so she suggested we cool down our breakfast down somehow, so your auntie Blo took her advice and when she exhaled out towards the spoon she held to cool it down, her unique power completely froze the spoon she held and I tried to see if I could make my own spoon freeze solid like hers had, but I wasn't able to."
Bubs glanced down at her son, only to see that he was soud asleep, which made her smile and she quietly stood up from his bed before she snuck out of his room, thankful she didn't have to finish up the story he wanted to hear.
Once she'd reached the hallway, she shut her son's door partway and passed her daughter's room on her way to the living room downstairs, but she hesitated at seeing that Bree was twitching slightly in her sleep and letting out low whimpers of "No, no," so she walked into her daughter's room and took a seat beside her on the bed.
Just at that moment, Bree bolted upright with a small shriek of fear and threw her arms around her mom. Bubs smoothed aside some of her daughter's blonde locks from her forehead.
"Oh, mama, I just had another bad dream," the small girl wailed.
"What kind of things did you see in your bad dream, baby?"
The small girl hiccuped a little before she revealed the details of her current bad dream to her mom. When she was done, Bubs met her daughter's gaze.
"How old did mommy, daddy, your aunties and uncles look in your bad dream, sweetheart?"
"At least in your mid or late thirties, momma," Bree admitted.