"Tasmin," I holler up the stairs, "pajamas, now! It's getting late!"
The pounding of tiny feet running down the upstairs hall makes me smile. I'm lucky Tasmin isn't one of those kids who have trouble during bedtime. He is an early riser, though, so despite tomorrow being Sunday, his little ass will be up before seven tomorrow morning, ready to get moving for the day.
Usually, it doesn't bother me. The only time I struggle is when the club has s**t going on late. Tomorrow might be rough since I'm going out looking for Shamrock. Faylinn needs to heal and be with the triplets, so despite how much she's given us s**t about wanting to go out, Dire's pretty much laid down the law on her. After she told him to go f**k himself, she gave in and agreed to let us handle the nightly drives for
