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beg for another.
    She really needed to pay her personal bills, finish folding the laundry, and throw in another load of towels while she was at it. She needed to start the new book she’d brought home—not just for pleasure, though it was, but because she considered reading an essential part of her job.
    Thinking of what she’d yet to check off that mental list made her realize she’d be the one up until midnight.
    Her own fault, she reminded herself, for letting the boys talk her into a double feature.
    Still, it made them so happy, and gave her the joy of spending an evening snuggled up with her little men.
    Laundry would always be there, she thought, but her guys wouldn’t always be thrilled to spend the evening with Mom watching a movie at home.
    As predicted, the minute good vanquished evil, Murphy sent her an imploring look out of big brown eyes. How odd, she thought, he’d been the only one to inherit Clint’s color, and genetics had mixed it with her blond hair.
    “Please, Mom! I’m not tired.”
    “You got two, that’s all for you.” On the rhyme, she flicked his nose with her finger.
    His pretty face with its pug nose and dusting of freckles crumpled into abject misery. “Please! Just one episode.”
    He sounded like a starving man begging for just one stale crust of bread.
    “Murphy, it’s already way past bedtime.” Now she held up a finger when he opened his mouth. “And if that’s a whine about to come out, I’ll remember it next movie night. Come on, go up and pee.”
    “I don’t gotta pee.”
    “Go pee anyway.”
    He trudged off like a man walking to the hangman’s noose while she shifted Liam. She got him up, his head on her shoulder, his body boneless.
    And his hair, she thought, the thick golden brown waves she loved, smelling of shampoo. She carried him to the steps, and up, and into the bathroom where I-don’t-gotta-pee Murphy sang to himself as he emptied his bladder.
    “Leave the seat up, and don’t flush it.”
    “I’m s’posed to. You said.”
    “Yes, but Liam has to go. Go ahead and get into bed, my baby. I’ll be right in.”
    With the dexterity of experience, Clare stood Liam on his feet, held him upright with one hand, lowered his pj shorts with the other.
    “Let’s pee, my man.”
    “’Kay.” He swayed, and when he aimed, she had to guide his hand to avoid the prospect of scrubbing down the walls.
    She hitched his pants back up, would have guided him to bed, but he turned, held his arms up.
    She carried him to the bedroom—the one intended as the master, then laid him on the bottom of one of the two sets of bunks. Murphy lay in the other bottom bunk, curled up with his stuffed Optimus Prime.
    “Be right back,” she whispered. “I’m going to get Harry.”
    She repeated the routine with Harry, as far as the bathroom. He’d recently decided Mom was a girl, and girls weren’t allowed to be in the bathroom when he peed.
    She made sure he was awake enough to stand upright, stepped out. She winced a little as the toilet seat slammed down, waited while it flushed.
    He wandered out. “There’s blue frogs in the car.”
    “Hmm.” Knowing he dreamed vividly and often, she guided him to bed. “I like blue. Up you go.”
    “The red one’s driving.”
    “He’s probably the oldest.”
    She kissed his cheek—he was already asleep again—walked over to kiss Liam, then turned and bent down to Murphy. “Close your eyes.”
    “I’m not tired.”
    “Close them anyway. Maybe you’ll catch up with Harry and the blue frogs. The red one’s driving.”
    “Are there dogs?”
    “If you want there to be. Good night.”
    “’Night. Can we get a dog?”
    “Why don’t you just dream about one for now.”
    She gave her boys, her world, a last glance as they lay in the glow of their Spider-Man night-light.
    Then she went downstairs to start work on her mental checklist.
    Just after midnight, she fell asleep with the book in her hands and the light on. She dreamed