Blinking hisrge eyes, Sheldon asked, “What about you?”


    “You got his clothes all wet.


    Doesn’t he need a shower now? I’ll clear out the bathtub for him,” Tilda exined as she cleaned the bathtub.


    Sheldon shed a grin.


    “Tilda, you are so considerate.


    ”


    Speechless, Tilda whirled around to face Sheldon, her re hot.


    Sheldon giggled and scurried out with his short legs.


    Lyndon stood in the hallway, holding a pile of clothes.


    Sheldon beamed up at him.


    “Dad, you have to thank me! Tilda wouldn’t be cleaning the bathtub for you without me.


    ”


    Lyndon chuckled, bending down to gently pinch Sheldon’s soft cheek.


    “Careful, don’t catch a cold now.


    Go get some sleep.


    ”


    Sheldon grinned.


    “Okay, Dad! You and Tilda worked well together in taking good care of me.


    ”


    Lyndon was speechless.


    In the bathroom, Tilda filled the tub and straightened things up.


    Stepping out, she called to Lyndon, “The shower’s free.


    ”


    Lyndon nodded curtly and headed into the bathroom.


    Tilda walked to the children’s room.Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org.


    Sheldon sat obediently on his bed, engrossed in a book.


    “Still want a bedtime story tonight?” Tilda asked casually.


    “Definitely,” he replied sweetly.


    Tilda raised an eyebrow.


    “Don’t you want Lyndon to tell it?”


    Sheldon looked up, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.


    “Tilda, are you jealous? Don’t worry, you’re still my favorite.


    ”


    Tilda let out augh.


    “Really?”


    “Of course, I do love you,” Sheldon insisted.


    His sweet voice improved her mood.


    Tilda grabbed a hair dryer and dried his hair, then gently coaxed him to sleep.