Zain POV
As the TV blares and everyone settles, I watch the chaos unfold with a strange mix of ease and tension. Liam stretches across my lap like he owns my body, sighing dramatically about how I always steal the good blanket when it’s literally draped over him and half the sofa. I just hum and stroke his hair, not really focused on the show.
Across the room, Scarlet’s curled up beside Callum, her legs tucked under her, laughing at something he said. It’s not a polite laugh or one of her forced ones either, it’s real. Loud and unfiltered. She looks comfortable, like everything earlier didn’t just implode.
I should be glad. I am. Sort of. It’s good, seeing her like that. Relaxed. Not crying. Not arguing. I feel Liam’s body warm and heavy against mine, grounding me like he always does. T
