J. City, Obsidian Manor
The morning sunlight filtered softly through the bedroom curtains, streaking warm light across the bed where Evelyn lay curled against Nathaniel’s chest. She lifted her face slightly, her voice gentle as she spoke.
“Dear… Faith is almost six. Don’t you think it’s time to find her a preschool?”
Nathaniel glanced down at her, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
He smiled, calm and reassuring. “Leave that to me. I’ll get Faith into the best preschool in J. City. How does that sound?”
Evelyn felt her heart melt.
“Thank you, honey.”
Her cheeks warmed, soft pink rising under his gaze. Nathaniel always had that effect on her—his presence steady, grounding, protective. Being near him made her feel safe in a way she hadn’t known she could.
For a moment, s
