“He didn’t mean anything bad by it,” Rose soothed. “Only that you are smaller than him. We both know that you are a big boy, Jurian. I thought you were so much older than five. You’re going to be taller than your Daddy, I think.”
She offered him her hand. “And you owe me a dance,” she reminded him. Rose waited until tiny fingers slipped into hers before she let her gaze slide to Nyx with a nod. “I look forward to the next dance, Nyx.” And she really did.