“Our greedy girl.” TJ chuckled as he collapsed beside his wife, pulling me between them.

“Mmm, she is.” Ronnie kissed me, her lips impossibly soft. smoothing my hair away from my face. “I love it.”

“I love you. ” I snuggled closer, my cheek against her breast.

“And we love you. ” TJ kissed the top of my head, putting his arm across both of us.

“One big happy family.” I laughed, knowing how very strange and yet how very true it was.

I must have dozed off again-it was still very early, the sun just coming up, and it was Saturday, after all. Ronnie slept too, her cheek resting against the top of my head, but TJ had already showered and was standing in front of the full-length mirror on the back of their walk-in closet door, tying his tie, when I opened my eyes again.

“Did I sleep through the weekend?” I rubbed my eyes and yawned, stretching under the covers.

“Shhh.” TJ glanced at Ronnie, who was smiling in her sleep. “It’s just for a few hours.”

“I heard that.” Her eyes didn’t open and her words were barely intelligible but TJ

sighed, understanding her perfectly.

“Sorry, babe,” he apologized, shrugging on his suit coat. “Honest, I won’t be long.”

“You always say that.” Ronnie opened her eyes to look at him and then at me.

She frowned, her hand moving in my hair, petting absently. “I thought we were all going to make a day of it. We promised we’d take Beth to the Met. They’ve got Picasso on exhibit.”

“We are. We will.” TJ made a face, undoing his tie and starting again. “Besides, she’s six… she’s got plenty of time to see Picasso. She’d probably have more fun at the McDonald’s playland.”

“I would,” I mouthed, rolling my eyes, but I knew Ronnie couldn’t see me with my head tucked under her chin. TJ did though and he smirked.

“TJ, she has to know this stuff if we want to get her into Trinity-” Oh god, not this again. Yes,Trinity was the most prestigious school in New York-and just happened to be where Beth was teaching, so it would make life much easier, I knew, in terms of scheduling-but was it really the end of the world if the kid didn’t get in? Did anyone need that much pressure in second grade?