“You want to tell me why our younger son has upset you?” She shrugs and shakes her head. “Do I need to pull out the Ms. Swan card?”
“Oh god! You know what that does to me, Regina!”
“Yes, I do, and I’ll keep using it until you lose that damned stubborn streak that you inherited from both of your parents and then so charmingly passed on to our sons. I still haven’t forgiven any of the three of you for that, by the way.”
She laughs, and I can’t help but join her. The movement jostles Hope slightly, and she whimpers, rubbing a hand over her face. Gently shushing her, I rock her back to sleep easily enough, smiling the entire time.