Aria's POV
The movie was almost over. With a glance at my watch, I gathered Lana up in my arms. Peter should be here by now, I thought.
I decided to step out of the theater in hopes of seeing him. When I stepped out, I spotted his car, he had just arrived.
As I walked toward the car, he approached me with a smile on his face and asked softly "Is Lana sleepy?"
His eyes were already on the bundle in my arms, noticing her closed eyes.
I smiled softly, nodding, the warmth of the moment lingering. I settled into the back seat, Lana curled protectively in my arms.
We drove in silence, and I couldn't help but let my gaze drift out the window. The night was deep now, the sky black and heavy. Tree shadows flickered past in endless rows, moving like ghosts at the edge of the sidewalk.
Lan
