Putting Us to Bed
I remembered him showing me comparison tables of the schools ranked by different attributes. It was crazy detailed. Needless to say, Edward and I didn’t want our son attending any of the schools that the Rosenhall children went to, or any school specifically dedicated to the elite. It was so obvious that we didn’t even have to talk about it to come to an agreement.
“Yeah…I guess it’s time to go check them out,” Edward replied in resignation before reaching out a hand to softly stroke the boy’s head.
“He’ll be ok…I’m sure…” I said, trying to reassure Edward and to ease his worries.
“He has to be…” Edward replied firmly, his eyes never leaving our son.
Edward took a napkin and began dabbing gently to clean the corners of our son’s mouth. The boy giggled with joy at the attention that he was receiving. I wished that these peaceful days would go on undisturbed.
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“Is he in bed?” I asked as I got out of the shower.