After the long night of cuddles, the house was quiet.. Thane stepped softly into Eli’s room, where their son was sound asleep, his small chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm. The sight of him safe, breathing, alive, brought an emotion of relief over Thane’s chest.
He bent down beside the bed, gently brushing his hand over Eli’s soft hair. His heart squeezed, his heart conflicting with relief and the fright of almost losing him. He cradled the boy, pulling him close, as if he could prevent him from danger with the strength of his arms..
Mira stood quietly by the door, watching them. Her face was expressionless, a mixture of sorrow, guilt, and relief. Last night had opened their eyes to discover how much they care for each other.
He looked up, eyes sharp. “We need to talk.”
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