"Yet, we still love you." Sarah runs a hand over Valerie's blonde hair before she smiles up at James, stifling a yawn. "Even if it means less sleep."

Or even if it means sleep in uncomfortable positions. When Sarah Jane wakes up the next morning, back still pressed to James' chest and a sleeping baby cradled in both their arms, she smiles. Did they really last the whole night sitting against the wall in Valerie's nursery? Her yawn becomes a giggle. Yet, her family remains fast asleep.

Sarah closes her eyes again. Let them sleep. The day can wait.