Jack
It felt good to be home. The day had been a whirlwind of laughter, baby giggles, and delicious food, but I was tired. Corey let out a big yawn as he stretched his arms above his head before letting them drop lazily to his side.
“I’m going to take a shower,” Corey murmured, his eyes heavy with sleep. I nodded as I watched him shuffle toward our bedroom. It had been a long day, and I couldn’t blame him for wanting to relax. I glanced over at Hank, who looked a bit tired as well.
“What is on your mind?” Hank then asked and I froze. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to talk about it, it was just that I knew I was being overprotective. “Come on, Jack, what is going on?” his voice was low but firm, and I could see the sincerity in his eyes.
“I’m fine,” I said slowly, but I knew Hank wasn’t
