Anna took Aiden back from himself and let her son nuzzle into her arms. She stroke the back of her fingers over his little cheeks in a slow rhythm that usually calmed the baby, put him right to sleep. She didn't expect he'd be awake much longer, it was nearly nap time for him anyway.
Reaching out again, Anna did the same to the adult version of her son, eyes soft and almost sad. "I wish you wouldn't worry about that so much. I'm okay, Aiden. What's going on between your dad and me doesn't affect you. It's Christmas, don't worry about the serious stuff."