Colin wrapped his arms around Becky tighter. "Shh, I know," he soothed, especially as Amy was starting to fuss at her mother's distress. "I miss him too. Everyday."
This wasn't helping her. Or Amy. Or him. "Becky," he said softly. "I know. Trust me, I know. Don't you think I would give anything to change it? But we can't-"
Okay, he needed her to stop or he'd cry too. And it was really disgusting. Besides, Amy was starting to fuss.
With absolutely no effort at all, Colin shifted Becky and stood up, turning her into his chest so Amy didn't slip from her arms. "Come on, I'm putting both of you to bed," he told her. "It's late and you've been through enough for one night." He started towards Becky's bedroom.