The sound of his approaching footsteps woke Jacob but not Ruth, who seemed to be deep in sleep by the time he made it into the garden. The dark haired little boy was ruddy cheeked and sleepy, but he perked at the sight of the man who he recognized. He rubbed his hands into his eyes and gave a yawn, relaxing against Ruth even still. He gazed at his mother as a babe would, then nuzzled her shoulder a moment later as if to hug her, then he started doing that scoot-crawl thing toward Edward, sat up at the edge of the blanket and gestured with both of his hands grabbing at the air, that gesture that babies tended to do when they wanted to be picked up.

Meanwhile, his mother seemed to sigh in her sleep and curled up onto her side, propping her cheek on her arm.