"Let me know if you are having any trouble reading his chicken scratches little one." She shifted him a little bit so that he was sitting with his back more to her chest so that she could better read along with Fletcher.

How long had it been since she had a child on her lap like this? She wrapped her arms around his waist, smiling. It sort of felt like Fletcher ought to be reading some sort of faerie tale, but instead he was reading a research journal of one of the most cutting-edge studies from her world.