Laura had just re-nestled Nick back into his bed, after he had attempted for the second time to stall his nap. Something had been so very important, that he had to tell her just that moment. And she had listened to his tale as she retucked him in, and sat beside him until he drifted off with the bite of several yawns that declared him more tired than he wanted to admit to.
Her nose led her to the kitchen, when she caught his scent. It was slightly different, though she could not place why. That was until she stood in the doorway. He resembled the other, yet he smelled older. It was more than a little confusing. So she simply watched him, rather than speak.