Ashley
The car ride back to my apartment was quiet, save for the occasional soft snore from our son, Harvey, who had fallen asleep in his car seat.
I stole glances at Zach as he drove, his jaw set in that familiar way it did when he was deep in thought. The streetlights cast fleeting shadows across his face, momentarily highlighting the slight furrow between his brows that I wanted to trace with my finger to ease them out.
When we pulled up to my modest apartment building.
"I can carry him," he offered, nodding toward Harvey as I unbuckled my seatbelt.
"Thanks," I whispered, not wanting to wake our sleeping child.
He effortlessly lifted Harvey from his seat, cradling him against his chest with the tender confidence that always made my heart ache. I led the way, uncomfortably aware t
