"She's asleep." Bella's leaning in my doorway.
"Finally." Tylenol has done its job. "I think I'm going to let her stay in here so I can keep an eye on her temperature."
I lay Masie on her side.
She wiggles before settling.
It's one in the morning.
Masie woke screaming.
And burning up again.
"You can join us," I tell her, motioning to the spare spot on the other side of our daughter. "I don't bite."
"Would that be weird?"
"Only if you think it is," I answer honestly.
Not weird for me.
She takes a step. "I trust you."
