[He nods and finishes dressing so he can take each kid by the hand and lead them out, once he has his precious coffee (and then he holds Jack's hand; Laura is old enough to stick close to him). Sure enough, they're in a hotel sort of place and, judging by the shrieks and babbling coming from the other rooms in the hall, sounds like the other kids are back.
God, how had he forgotten about them? Had he really been that distracted by everything?
Yeah. Yeah, he really had. But nothing--not Carolina, not the castle, not whatever it was going to throw at them next--was going to keep him from letting them out of his sight for the next seven days.
Downstairs there is a breakfast bar set up, and York dutifully starts making waffles for the kids once they have a glass of juice and some fruit to munch on.]
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God, how had he forgotten about them? Had he really been that distracted by everything?
Yeah. Yeah, he really had. But nothing--not Carolina, not the castle, not whatever it was going to throw at them next--was going to keep him from letting them out of his sight for the next seven days.
Downstairs there is a breakfast bar set up, and York dutifully starts making waffles for the kids once they have a glass of juice and some fruit to munch on.]