After a long night of just talking, Lucas yawns and rests his head on my arm. I stroke my fingers over his shoulder and he closes his eyes. We’ve made it to the bedroom now and even though we’ve had a couple of cups of coffee and some snacks, we are both struggling to stay awake. Our conversation has lulled and we’ve been laying in comfortable silence for a few minutes.

“Lucas,” I say softly, testing to see if he is still awake.

“Mm?” Lucas mumbles and I look down ...