Arsalan dared not move. His wife’s head lay heavy on his arm, and he held his breath, unwilling to disturb her. She’d barely slept last night. The babies had been restless again, their cries piercing the quiet like tiny daggers.
“You don’t have anywhere to be, do you?” Stephanie’s voice was a drowsy murmur, her eyelids fluttering open. She’d felt him shift earlier, the warmth of his body retreating, and her instincts prickled.
“Just an issue at the training grounds.” Arsalan smoothed a strand of hair from her forehead, his thumb lingering on her temple. “I’ll clear my schedule afterward to spend more time here. With you.”
Stephanie studied him, the shadows under her eyes deepening. “And Parisa?”
“I’ll ask.” Arslan's jaw tightened, a flicker of guilt in his gaze. “But don’t let it consu
