The next morning, Sophia woke up in Lucas's arms.
"Up?" his low voice asked above her.
She kept her eyes closed and replied, "Weren't you supposed to go back to your room last night? Why are you in the kids' room?"
"I realized their beds weren't big enough," he said.
She didn't get it at first. When she opened her eyes, she froze. What should have been a bed for six children had been doubled in size—so massive that it took up half the room. The strangest part: she hadn't felt herself being moved at all.
"I swapped every bedroom's bed to this size—except ours," Lucas said.
Sophia's drowsiness turned to shock. "How did you do that?"
"If I want something, there's nothing I can't do. Get up—it's late," he replied, then hauled her to her feet.
Downstairs, the kids had already finished breakfast and sat quietly, waiting for Mrs. Wilson to take them to school. Before Sophia could head down, her phone buzzed.
"Hello?"
