Blinking his large eyes, Sheldon asked, âWhat about you?â
âYou got his clothes all wet.
Doesnât he need a shower now? Iâll clear out the bathtub for him,â Tilda explained as she cleaned the bathtub.
Sheldon flashed a grin.
âTilda, you are so considerate.
â
Speechless, Tilda whirled around to face Sheldon, her glare 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.
âDad, you have to thank me! Tilda wouldnât be cleaning the bathtub for you without me.
â
Lyndon chuckled, bending down to gently pinch Sheldonâs soft cheek.
âCareful, donât catch a cold now.
Go get some sleep.
â
Sheldon grinned.
âOkay, Dad! You and Tilda worked well together in taking good care of me.
â
Lyndon was speechless.
In the bathroom, Tilda filled the tub and straightened things up.
Stepping out, she called to Lyndon, âThe showerâs free.
â
Lyndon nodded curtly and headed into the bathroom.
Tilda walked to the childrenâs room.
Sheldon sat obediently on his bed, engrossed in a book.
âStill want a bedtime story tonight?â Tilda asked casually.
âDefinitely,â he replied sweetly.
Tilda raised an eyebrow.
âDonât you want Lyndon to tell it?â
Sheldon looked up, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
âTilda, are you jealous? Donât worry, youâre still my favorite.
â
Tilda let out a laugh.
âReally?â
âOf course, I do love you,â Sheldon insisted.
His sweet voice improved her mood.
Tilda grabbed a hair dryer and dried his hair, then gently coaxed him to sleep.