Nathan’s POV
The living room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the fireplace and the flicker of moonlight peeking through the sheer curtains. I lay on the floor with Isabelle curled up against me, her body pressed into mine like she was trying to melt into my skin.
I’d made a makeshift bed from blankets and pillows, not wanting to move her once she fell asleep in my arms.
Dinner was finished—well, salvaged, really. I’d kept her mac and cheese warm, put away the lamb chops, and mashed the potatoes just the way she liked them.
But right now, none of that mattered. All that mattered was the slow, steady rhythm of her breathing and the way her fingers clutched the front of my shirt even in sleep.
She looked so small, so soft. And yet I knew better. Isabelle was the strongest perso
