Emma clung tightly to Seamus, and buried her face in his neck. She felt bad about Caitlin, but Seamus was her Seamoose. She supposed he'd been Caitlin's Seamus longer, but it wasn't fair! "She can come here!" she whispered. "Why can't Auntie Bridgit and Caitlin come here?"
She pulled away and looked at Seamus. "Cait can share my room!" she said, excited again. "And Auntie Bridgit can sleep in the guest room." She nodded, that would be perfect. "Can't that work Seamoose? Can't they come here?"