Zoe woke up suddenly, turned over in the darkness to reach for Scars. He was gone, and she sat up, worried that maybe he was in pain after all. They had been… ummmm… quite athletic.
“Scars?” she said, wondering if he was in the attached bathroom. “Babe?”
There was no response, and she grabbed one of his t-shirts draped across a chair, tugged it on. She hurried across the bedroom floor, eased the door open. That was when she heard Scars’ low voice in the living room, murmuring and singing a bit to soft music, and Zoe smiled.
She tiptoed down the hallway now, peeked around the corner. Sure enough, there was Scars in his boxer shorts, Keira in a fresh onesie and cradled in those strong arms, as they danced to ‘Sweet Jane’, one of Zoe’s favorite songs ever. Keira was gazing up at him, and h
