KILLIAN.
“Yes,” I said softly, holding her gaze. “I’ve been ready since before I even knew what I was ready for.”
Candice looked at me for a long moment, her eyes searching mine with a vulnerability that made my chest tighten. Then Leo shifted between us and murmured something sleepy and incoherent, gently breaking the intensity of the moment. We both turned to look at him at the same time, and the quiet affection we shared for these children felt exactly right.
I stood up slowly. “We should move them somewhere more comfortable. They cannot sleep on a corridor floor all night.”
“I know,” she replied, her voice warm but tired.
I reached down and she transferred Leo to me without hesitation. The movement was effortless, the kind of natural coordination that had developed between us afte
