Brian did allow himself to sleep that night. Khaat had slept well during the time they had been alone, away from everyone else. He had helped her with just a touch of sleep spell, just enough to help her relax but that was all. He had expected to be awakened by nightmares again regularly but they had not come. Not yet, anyway. In fact, he woke to Khaat curled tight to him, her head on his chest like always, and Abbey asleep squeezed in between them in the bed, and Enzo pinning him in, between him and the edge of the mattress. He frowned. There would be no sliding out from all of that to get up before the rest of them.
He laid awhile longer and then nudged the huge white dog with his foot. The dog merely made a lazy rumbling noise and tried to go back to sleep. Brian poked the dog a bit harder with his foot and the dog made a halfhearted deep sigh and stood up on the bed and jumped down and stretched, scratched, and lumbered, yawning, out to the other room.
Now free to let his women sleep, he got up and went out to find Angus was up, had just finished putting on a pot of coffee and one of tea and was working on making some fresh scones and had several fritattas in the oven and a fruit salad chilling in the fridge.
"Late start, Mate?" Angus laughed, pouring him coffee.
"No. But I refuse to wake a 2 year old until I have to."
"Oh, is that where she went?" Angus laughed. "Grandpa and Grandma are tearing the other suite apart looking for her. I don't think they thought she could go too far."
"She didn't. I woke up to find her between Khaat and me this morning."
"Then all is well. Good. Someone ought to tell them that the emergency is over, I suppose."