Isabel gave him a stern look. "You want to wake them up, too? Now come on." He gently grabbed his arm and headed to the kitchen.
Logan got Franny changed and calmed down a little bit. He'd only ever seen pictures of her this small so it was strange, but he smiled anyway. He brought her into the kitchen, still a little fussy. "I think she's hungry."
Isabel nodded. She waved her hand and a nice, warmed bottle appeared on the counter, figuring her sons didn't want to see her nursing the baby. She smiled at her boys. "For you, I'm cooking."