"Babies, lets keep it down to a dull roar, okay? Tristan's here."
"I'm gonna hide!" Harvey said, sitting down on his knees behind the arm of the couch and tucking his head in the tornado drill position he'd learned at daycare. It might've worked, had Auggie not started whining and pawing at his helmet, making little growling noises.
Rhiannon opened the door with a sigh, but smiled brightly at the sight of Tristan. "Hello, baby!" she said and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. "Sure you want to come in? I've got a kiddo fueled on candy and a puppy that's fueled on puppy. It's a madhouse."