The morning after returning from the Celestial Court, Samantha woke to the smell of burnt toast and the sound of her mother's voice carrying up the stairs with crystal clarity.
"I don't care if you just got back from a cosmic tea party—Nova needs normal grandparent time, and you four need a break before you lose your minds completely!"
Samantha groaned, burying her face in Marcus's chest. "Your mother is terrifying as always," he murmured against her hair, not bothering to open his eyes.
"She's not wrong though," Kai's voice came from the other side of the bed, rough with sleep. "When's the last time we did something normal? And I mean actually normal, not 'prevent an apocalypse' normal."
"Define normal," Callum said from the window seat where he'd apparently been watching the sunrise. "Because our version of normal involves a baby who can bend reality and four supernatural beings trying to figure out how to raise her."
