"No, of course not." Claire quickly shook her head, worried her son might get the wrong idea. "Mommy wasn't feeling well last night. I didn't want to disturb you and Dean, so I didn't go sleep with you two. I had to rest here instead. Your daddy didn't sleep here."
Adam's face filled with concern. "Mommy, what happened? Are you feeling okay?"
"It's nothing serious, just a little stomach ache." Seeing how worried he was, Claire's heart softened. She smiled gently at him.
"Then you have to remember to take your medicine," Adam said, blinking his wide eyes. "Wait a minute. That's strange. Mommy, I saw Daddy coming out of this room in his pajamas this morning. He must have slept here."
Claire froze. So Gilbert really had stayed the night. But had he slept on the couch, or...
