Caleb carefully lay Michaela down in the center of his bed. It was a good thing that he'd always liked a big bed or they'd be falling off the edges.
"Mind? No," he said, looking back at Verity with the beginnings of a smile turning up the corner of his mouth. "Care? Well, that's a different prospect." He pulled his own pajama bottoms from underneath his pillow before calmly stripping out of his own clothes.
He was definitely going to have to look into getting a two bedroom flat if there was any chance of this becoming a common thing. As much this unexpected domesticity was growing on him, he was still not quite twenty years old. He'd very much like to have Verity in his bed on a regular basis without their daughter sharing the space.