Killian’s Pov
I didn’t even realize when I drifted off.
One minute, she was humming beside me, fiddling with the TV remote like a child left unsupervised. The next, everything faded. But if there’s one thing I’m certain of—it’s that she watched that damn movie on the loudest setting possible. On purpose. Just to get under my skin.
I let her because I was too tired to match her chaos. Or maybe… maybe I just wanted her to burn out all that reckless energy. Maybe once she tired herself out, she’d calm down and stop trying so hard to stir me up.
I woke up to a strange silence. No background noise. No snide comments. No dramatic sighs or sarcastic “good morning, husband.”
Just... quiet.
My body ached a little, not from discomfort, but from how stiff I’d kept myself on the edge of the bed
