Laura had spent the majority of the hour admiring her sleeping babies. Though they were not hardly babies anymore. It was simply the only time they were in such angelic states. They were far to much like their father to be considered angels when they were awake.
Though when she'd heard him move about, she'd moved into the kitchen, and made the sandwich he asked for. She actually made him two, figuring if he didn't eat the second that Nick would when he woke. Knowing her son wouldn't care if it was mushy or not. The sandwiches, and a glass of milk had both been sat on the island. "I did not know whether you liked the crusts or not, so I made one with, and one without." She turned to face him.