The night air was thick with the scent of rain, though the storm had long passed. The soft glow of the apartment lights illuminated the cozy space as Alistair and Riley sat together on the couch. Baby Sam had already been put to bed, her tiny breaths steady and peaceful in the next room.
Alistair's fingers traced idle patterns on Riley's hand, the warmth of his touch sending tiny shivers up her arm. Since officially becoming a couple, the air between them had shifted—lighter in some ways, heavier in others. They had spent the evening simply enjoying each other’s company, sharing laughs, discussing memories, and stealing glances filled with unspoken emotions.
As the hour grew late, Riley finally stretched with a yawn, her body signaling that it was time for her to leave. “I should go,” sh
