82. Careful

It was six in the morning when Reid got home and heard his daughter’s cries. Considering she normally woke at five-thirty to torture her parents it really shouldn’t be surprising. But Reid was really in no mood to deal with a baby today, but he was already awake so there was no point in waking Sienna up.

Having trudged up the stairs he just reached the door to the nursery when the cries stopped. A tired smile spread across his face at the sight of his son climbing carefully into his sister’s crib, shushing her gently as he did so.