NaPoWriMo Draft 17.

It’s half past midnight, but it couldn’t be helped — all the boys seem to be having a particularly trying night. Even as I type, Lance is walking & rocking Aidan, who continues to be troubled by eczema — new patches on his back & head are bothering him something awful. Anyway, I got it done, & tomorrow’s another day even if technically that’s today.

{poof!}