Caleb POV
I stood in Tom's doorway in the darkness, watching our son sleep, when my hand found Bella hands. Her fingers laced through mine with a tenderness that made my chest ache, and for a moment, we just stood there connected by this child and an impossible history.
"He's perfect," I whispered.
"He is." Her voice was soft, vulnerable in a way I hadn't heard in years.
We stayed like that for what felt like hours but was probably only minutes, neither of us willing to break the moment. Finally, Bella pulled her hand away and stepped back into the hallway.
"I should sleep," she said, but she didn't move.
"Bella, wait." I followed her into the hallway, my heart hammering. "Can we talk? Just for a few minutes?"
She hesitated, wrapped her arms around herself. "It's late, Caleb."
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