She is tired so she leans into me. She rests her head on my shoulder. I stretch my right arm around her and pull her closer. She snuggles in and continues to read the book open on her lap.
The boy sees us. He climbs up onto the couch and settles in on my left. He motions angrily at me until I tuck the wool blanket around him too. He picks up a book to read.
We sit like that, all together, until the husband calls us to dinner.