With a large-ish family event tomorrow, and Christmas approaching, they had to share a bedroom. It had happened before, most notably on their honeymoon, but it hadn't happened during Adrienne's pregnancy or since. Cash changed into his pajamas and sat on the edge of the bed, watching her get ready for bed. It would be fine. It would probably be fine. He hadn't done anything strange in his sleep in months — at least as far as he knew. He ran a hand through his hair.

"I'm nervous," Cash announced, with a self-deprecating smile. He was trying to be more honest about his feelings, at least some of the time.