"Keefe?" Sophie peeked into her husband's office, eyes diagnosed with exhaustion. "Aren't you coming to bed?"
He shook his head, eyes fixed on his piles of homework.
Poor boy.
"Please?" She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed a kiss to his head. "I can't sleep without you."
"Actually, we've never tested that theory."
"I don't want to." She pressed her face into his soft, messy blond hair. "You know I'll have nightmares."
Keefe raise his head, looking at her all snuggled up in his sweats. His eyes softened as he gave in. "Oh, alright."