Arianna's POV
As I lay on the bed, I felt the robe slip a little, and panic surged through me. Just then, Julian turned to check on me.
“Arianna, are you okay?” he asked, concerned.
“Yeah, just getting comfortable,” I replied, adjusting the robe.
Julian smiled, “If you need anything, just let me know.”
“Thanks, Julian. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Arianna.”
He turned off the lights, leaving only a soft glow from the hallway. I stared at the ceiling, unable to shake the feeling of vulnerability. Despite Julian's kindness, the intimacy of sharing a room was overwhelming.
I drifted into a restless sleep, only to be awakened by the sound of crying. I immediately sat up, realizing it was Seth. Julian was already on his feet, moving toward the kids’ room.
“I’ve got this, Arianna,” he said so
