"Do I gets to brush my teeth with my new toothbrush, Jacky?" Sly asked cheekily, adopting the cute nickname that he had heard Martha use.

Jackson raised an eyebrow, mischief flickering across his face. "Oh? So it's Jacky now? What happened to Daddy?"

"I think I left him at the checkout."

"Well, that's a shame. Who's going to tuck you and Darth Vader into bed?"

Sly gasped. He hadn't even considered that he would be able to sleep with his new teddy. "I get to sleep with him? Oh my god, this is amazing. I can make him his own bed next to mine . . . no, wait, then...