The little Jack nodded and smiled up at her. "Hi, Mizbela." He smiled before rubbing his eyes and sleepily making uppy hands to Garcia. "It's a little bit past this one's bedtime, I'm going to get his jammies on."
No sooner had she moved to take him to the bathroom than a light haired teenage boy poked his head around the corner. "... Mum?" His voice was a gentle tenor, like his father's, but he had his mother's accent. He moved more fully into the room to see her, smiling sheepishly. "You're so young. I know I shouldn't - really be here, but I wanted to see you and make sure you were getting on all right."