Babies' First Sleepover
New Year's Eve was probably the only night of the year everyone in the Trainer household had plans. Ali and Sasha were off to a concert, with high hopes of introductions to a wild-haired author of whom they are so fond. The older children were off to sleepovers and "grown-up" parties with friends; the younger, to see their fathers. Or, in the case of the twins, to see the closest thing to a father they might ever have.
They were off to the Dreaming. Morpheus had been growing impatient to know them better, and Ali knew she couldn't refuse much longer. It wasn't that she thought they would be ill-cared-for; she knew Eve would see to them very well, and Lucien would make certain they had all the stories they could ever want. But Morpheus, well... It's been a long time since he's been a father.
As Ali bundled up her babies and prepared for the long walk ahead, she could only hope Morpheus could remember something of paternal love, or as close as he'd ever come to it.
They were off to the Dreaming. Morpheus had been growing impatient to know them better, and Ali knew she couldn't refuse much longer. It wasn't that she thought they would be ill-cared-for; she knew Eve would see to them very well, and Lucien would make certain they had all the stories they could ever want. But Morpheus, well... It's been a long time since he's been a father.
As Ali bundled up her babies and prepared for the long walk ahead, she could only hope Morpheus could remember something of paternal love, or as close as he'd ever come to it.