Shay:
I awakened slowly from my nap, the sounds of Saint's whispers causing a smile to tug at my lips. My eyelids felt heavy, still weighted by the remnants of a deep, healing sleep, but when I finally coaxed them open, my heart surged at the sight that greeted me. Saint, the rough and guarded man who had once been such a force of chaos and strength in my life, was stretched out on the narrow couch across the room, cradling our baby girl in his arms. He was speaking in a low, gentle murmur, as though she were the most precious thing he had ever held, which she undoubtedly was. His worn jeans and leather jacket clashed with the baby pink blanket sprawled across his shoulder. I couldn’t quite catch the exact words, but his tone, warm and affectionate, was enough to make my chest tighten wit
