The rain battered against the bedroom windows.
"Do you think the baby will wake up?" Kristoff whispered.
"No, she's a good sleeper. Anyway, I'm right here if she wakes up."
There was a thunder crack, and Kristoff heard the door slam open, followed by footsteps.
"Oof!" he yelped involuntarily as one child stepped directly on his stomach climbing into the bed.
"Sorry!" the boy whispered. At least Fred was polite about it.
There were two more sets of footsteps, but they both climbed in over the foot of the bed.
As they cuddled in, Kristoff heard the door creak again.
