POV: Naomi
By the time the house finally went quiet, Sophie was already fast asleep.
We had played for hours.
Word games, silly rhymes, random stories that didn’t even make sense—but she had laughed like it was the best thing in the world. And somehow, I found myself laughing too.
She had so much energy for such a small human.
But eventually, it caught up to her.
She had been in the middle of saying something—something about a “super pectakalar princess”—when her voice slowed… her eyes fluttered… and just like that—
She was out.
Completely.
I smiled softly as I adjusted the blanket over her small body, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
“Goodnight, Ginger…” I whispered.
But I didn’t leave.
Tristan had asked me to stay with her until he got back.
And that was exactly
