She felt the exhausted muscles in her face morph into a smile when she saw the scene that waited for her within. Oliver, evidently waiting up for his mother to return home, was fast asleep in the middle of their bed. Antonin lay asleep next to him. Her son really was too old to be sleeping in bed with his parents, but she couldn't help but think how sweet it was, how reminiscent of the days when he was much smaller seeking out the protection of his parents when he'd had a bad dream. Little did he know at the time that his parents were actual monsters and the stars of other peoples" nightmares.