Panicked, Louis put on the lights, brightening the room so he could glimpse every corner. He didn't need to look too far as his eyes caught her lying on the bed.
She was curled up, yet, she managed to maintain the farthest part of the bed as if she was afraid of consuming too much space.
He sighed as his heart calmed seeing her there. He drew closer to the bed and knelt in front of it to glimpse her face.
His lips involuntarily curled up. She was there. She didn't leave. She was his. His wife.
Skylar felt a presence and her eyes shot up, bringing Louis immediately to his feet. He pretended as if he was looking for something on the floor.
"Louis? You're back?" She sat up and rubbed her eyes. "I didn't hear you come in."
"You were asleep." His voice was low, almost inaudi
