Giggling slightly, still not completely with it, Lumen clung to his daddy's arms as he pretended to shove and throw him towards me.

"Guess what today is, my littlest light?" I asked once the shoving had stopped and Lou had rested his head against Star's shoulder, his eyes flipping open and closed in a heavy, lethargic manner.

"Twos-day?"

"No. It's not Tuesday, beebee," Sterling answered. "Try again."

Sterling and I hadn't slept yet. Neither had Axe. I don't think Clarke had either, as Cyrus had gotten back late last night. It hadn't sounded like they were sleeping, but they hadn't stayed to help wrap the presents. Sterling hadn't been happy....