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“Carse. Carse!” Greta heard, jerking her from sleep.
“You’re too big to fit,” Carson whisper-grumbled, even as she opened the covers, making space for Chelsea.
Silence, then the tiniest voice, “Do you still love me?”
“Oh sweetheart, we’ll never stop loving you. Ever. But we need to talk about how you spoke to G tonight.”
“Is she mad?”
“Not mad, lovebug, just sad. Your feelings are always okay, but how we speak to each other can hurt.”
…
“Will you help me say sorry in the morning?”
Greta rolled over, pretending to wake up.
“Love you” she murmured, hugging her loves.