Sugar-Fueled Child

Chase POV:

Watching Ash run around with those puppies, falling and getting back up like a tiny hurricane, was both a little amusing and a little concerning. Every time he toppled over, he'd glance back at Leila, who would tense up, her eyes wide with concern, as though she expected him to break something every time he hit the ground. But without fail, Ash would flash her a grin and yell, "I'm okay, Mommy!" as if he wasn't covered in grass stains, or dirt, or whatever else he'd found in his path.

Leila would give him a short, wary nod, but it was clear that her eyes never left him. As a mother, I couldn't blame her. If I were in her shoes, I'd probably be the same way. That little ball of energy could easily exhaust himself into a state of delirium, and I was pretty sure he was already well on his way to doing so.