Henry, for his part, was so content against his mama's shoulder. He knew he wasn't supposed to be sleeping too much for naptime, but he was dozing just lightly, one tiny hand grabbing a fistful of her shirt as he laid there listening to them talk. At this age, his favorite place to be was with his moms, curled up in their laps or on their shoulders, so he wasn't likely to budge again even when he started to wake up a bit more.

There was a slight shift, with his forehead tucking against his mama's neck more firmly.

He would, of course, rouse a bit to say goodbye to his mommy, but for now, this was just perfect.