Sonny, concerned for his mom, straightened his little body and mimicked what he'd seen her and Aunt Serenity do when he was unwell. He placed

one hand on Liberty's forehead, then his own, and finally leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers.

Liberty couldn't help but smile at his sweet gesture, though she couldn't bring herself to explain her sore waist and wobbly legs. Instead, she shot a glare at Duncan, who sat at the edge of the bed. The look said it all: This is your fault.

Duncan, clearly amused, gave her a sheepish grin. He knew he had overindulged. After years of being single, he had let himself get carried away, and now Liberty was paying the price.

Sonny tilted his head and asked innocently, "Then how come you slept so late, Mom?

It's already eleven o'clock! I wanted to wake you up, but Uncle Duncan wouldn't let me. He said you were really tired and needed to rest.”

I finally have a break, I

his arms and carrying him out of

and asked, "Do you want me to run a hot

it myself. You two head downstairs." She didn't want to say

left,

hot bath, which worked wonders for her aching body. By the time she was dressed and ready, she felt much better-her soreness reduced to

and some of his favorite toys. She didn't want him to feel bored when he

these back to your dad and grandparents. Give one box to each

stood by, silently watching. He didn't object. He understood the importance of teaching Sonny values like kindness and thoughtfulness, even if it meant giving back to her ex-husband's

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