[Harry's POV]
"Alright, boys, it's late, time for bed," I interrupted, moving to grab Chris, who seemed exhausted from explaining.
"Yes, Harry," the chorus, even though with a crackle. Chris was the first to run to the bedroom but Colton was still in the living room with me.
His fingers prickled his nose as he thinned his lips.
"When will we get to see her? Just once, Harry, just so we don't get to think she abandoned us," he grumbles, barely pronouncing the words properly.
I ruffled his hair and smiled warmly to encourage him.
"Trust me, it's definitely going to be soon, don't you like surprises?" I asked, staring into his eyes and waiting for a response from him.
He sniffs and parts his mouth to produce a statement, but then my phone beeps in my pants pocket.
I shifted my gaze to my back, as that seems like a distraction.
"I don't know, I'd give you a reply by dawn," he said, and before I could turn my gaze to look at him again, he had slipped away to the bedroom.
