"And that's how Flynnigan Rider beat the Duke of Earl," Cassandra finished, closing the book, "the end."
Of course, she knew that she had been reading aloud to herself for the last few chapters of "The Tales of Flynnigan Rider," but she honestly didn't care. She glanced down at her oldest daughter, who was sleeping peacefully in her lap. She smiled and started gently stroking the little girl's dark hair. My, how she had grown...
And now she was only three months away from turning three years old.
Cass reached over to the nightstand where all of her copies of "On Amateur Alchemy and Idiotic Inventions" sat. She picked up the most recent edition- only a month old- and started reading it for the first time.
"To my beautiful, amazing family: Cassandra, Trystan, and little Jax and Journey. I love you all so very much."
She teared up a little bit. Sure, it was exceedingly simple, but... It was still pretty cute. And, of course, she was also having some serious deja vu. Flashbacks to the last time that she had actually had time to sit down and read for her own pleasure. At that time, she had been full-term with the twins, and they were getting ready to move into their new house. She had smiled, excited about the fact that, come next edition, there would be one more name on the dedication. (Boy, had she been wrong on that count!)
But then Trystan went missing and all heck broke loose.
How in the world were they supposed to keep up with everything life threw their way?
