(Ian’s POV)
The tension in the room slowly dissolved as the hours passed. Once the tears were wiped away and the weight of unspoken words had been lifted, Aurora began to loosen up. My brothers and I stayed exactly where we were around her on the floor, not giving her a chance to feel alone. We didn’t rush her to smile, but instead allowed moments of silence, soft touches, and little reassurances to wrap around her like a cocoon.
At some point, I, ever the jester when situations grew too heavy pulled a mock-serious face and asked.
“So, does this mean I’m still on the blacklist, or do I get partial access to my wife’s good books?” My exaggerated pout made Aurora let out a small, reluctant laugh, which made the others grin like fools.
“Partial? He’ll be on probation for months” Ryan chim
