The poor dear could use a break, and she had plans already made up for how he would be taken care of. She cooed sweetly to the boy in her arms as they walked silently up the stairs, but the bounce of his bottom in her arms as they went up the staircase, step by step, made James squirm slightly.
“There there,” Ellen cooed in a soft, impossibly gentle voice. “Grandma’s gonna tuck you in nice and snug, baby boy. Then you can have lots of sweet dreams until morning.”
Opening the door as quietly as she could, she laid James on the changing table to remove his clothes. She checked his diaper with a quick lift of his front, light as a feather and not weighed down by his wettums in the slightest. Though this gave James rise as his eyes fluttered open.