Sarah had been correct. As soon as the sky outside showed any hint of color a mop of curly hair bounced through the doorway and climbed up next to me. I was facing away, my arm wrapped around Sarah, who had turned in the night so I was spooning her.

Little hands shook my shoulder, making me roll over onto my back. "Mommy, mommy."

"Hmm, what is it, sweetie?"

"Why's Nanny Sarah in your bed?"

My pulling my arm away caused Sarah to stir, rolling towards me and sliding her arm over my belly under the covers.

"S'matter?"

"That alarm clock you mentioned is here. I think we're busted."

Sarah's...