Erin had to think about how to answer that, because it was a very loaded question. Last night had been both the best and worst sleep of her life. She had no clue how that was possible, but it was definitely the case. Every time she drifted off to sleep, she slept more soundly than she had in a very long time, but she found herself awake multiple times throughout the night just watching Blair. No matter how hard Erin tried, she couldn’t take her eyes off Blair snuggled close to Nolan. Each time, she stared at them until her eyes could not stay open any longer and she drifted back to sleep. At one point, she woke up to find her hand had somehow ended up on top of Blair’s. She told herself to move it, but she couldn’t. Touching Blair felt safe. It felt right. It made her feel like maybe all of the bad things that had happened during her life really weren’t so bad because they had brought her to this moment.

Erin squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn’t think that way. Thinking like that would result in her and Nolan getting hurt, and she refused to let that happen again.

“I slept pretty well, actually,” Erin answered when she finally remembered the question Blair had asked her.

Blair laughed. “Honestly? Aside from the whole finger in the nose incident, so did I.”

“You were snoring,” Nolan said with a shrug, as if that was a logical reason to shove his finger up someone’s nostril.

Blair crossed her arms and (very fakely with a big shit-eating grin on her face) glared at Nolan. “I do not snore.”

“Actually, you do.” It was something Erin had noticed when she was (totally not  creepily) watching Blair sleep. She wasn’t a loud snorer. The little noises that left her nose were super adorable.

“Really? You’re going to gang up on me now, too?” Blair looked from Erin to Nolan. “Should we show Mommy what happens to people who do things I don’t like?”

Nolan nodded and laughed maniacally, then held up his hands and lunged his whole body at Erin. “Tickle attack.”

Before Erin could comprehend what was coming, both Nolan and Blair were tickling her. Blair definitely knew one of her weaknesses now. Erin was insanely ticklish and tried her best to escape while she laughed uncontrollably at their attack.

“Please. Stop. Can’t breathe,” she said while she swatted at them.

She was finally able to grab one of Blair’s hands and held it away from herself to stop her tickles. Unfortunately, the ticklish feeling was quickly replaced with tingles that darted through her whole body in response to this one touch. Erin wasn’t sure which was worse. Or was it better? Better in the worst way?