“But, my loves,” Niamh said, her smile fading as she sank onto the sofa, “now that I’m the CEO’s secretary, I’ll have to travel for work a lot. What are we going to do?”
The thought of traveling filled her with dread. She didn’t want this job. It wasn’t just the travel; it was having to be around Jareth all the time. She had a sinking feeling that he hadn’t promoted her with the best intentions.
Keir puffed out his chest. “Don’t worry about us, Mommy. You can go on your trips.”
“We’re big kids now. We can take care of ourselves.”
“Yeah, we’re big kids! We can take care of ourselves,” Phaedra added, gently massaging Niamh’s arm.
“Ouch!” Niamh flinched as Phaedra’s fingers pressed down on the bruise from earlier.
“Mommy, what’s wrong?” Phaedra asked, her voice laced with concern. Before Niamh could answer, she rolled up her sleeve.
“Mommy, you’re hurt!” Keir gasped.
“Did someone bully you? Tell me who it was! I’ll go beat them up!”
Niamh gently stroked Keir’s head. “It’s nothing, sweetie. Mommy just bumped into something.”
“Are you sure?” Phaedra asked, her eyes wide with worry.
“I’m sure.”
“Mommy, let me blow on it for you,” Aurelia said, toddling over. She pursed her chubby lips and began to gently blow on the bruised area.
“Is that better, Mommy?” she asked after a few puffs.

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