“It’s alright,” she said softly. “I’m here. I’m always going to be here.” She stroked his hair and nuzzled his neck. When his breathing steadied, she eased back.
“Most of me trusts that,” he said, reluctantly letting her go so she could turn one burner off and add pasta to the madly boiling water.
“And the other part?”
He huffed out a breath. “Stuck back in our old life.”
“Do you miss it?”
“No.”
She looked at him and raised a brow.
He smiled and picked up both bags of ice, holding one to his cheek, balancing the other on his knuckles. “Today reminded me how much I don’t miss physical confrontations, but I do miss training.” He set the bags back in the freezer, then stood behind her, splaying his large hands over the baby. “Seeing you makes me damn grateful every day that we left tha
