Theodore closed his eyes and tried to visualize how his Dad would react.
For some reason, he couldn’t picture his Dad’s face.
He tried to relax thinking he was trying too hard and a few minutes later he was sound asleep.
She returned after getting Baby John John tucked in and discovered Theodore snoring softly.
She smiled, bending over the bed to tuck the covers gently around Theodore.
“Poor Theodore,” she thought,
“I’ll have to remember to be extra nice to him.
He’s really a good boy.
I never dreamed I’d be a mother of a teenager so soon, but I owe it to his mother to try.
He’s too young to be without a mother.”
Yawning, she left the room to go take her own nap, closing the door quietly behind her.