Beth leans forward again, touching his hand, and she doesn't quite whisper but her voice is low. "You're fine."

He's not a natural, no, but he's smart. And he's doing just fine right now.

She's kind of proud of him.

She coaxes Wade back into her lap and holds him, letting him reach for the book and pat it lightly. She's guessing he approves. His movements are a little sluggish, though, and his eyes blink slowly.

Her hand smoothes his hair. He'll probably be sleeping like his sister soon enough.

"What happened next?"

She smiles to herself. She kind of remembers how it goes.