Edward
There was no alarm. No emails. No board calls. No city noise bleeding through the windows.
Just sun.
Warm on my face, slipping through the glass doors and painting stripes across the ceiling. I opened my eyes slowly.
Content.
That was the word. I hadn't felt it in two weeks. Not really. The last fourteen days without Connor had been a blur of meetings and flights and that hollow feeling in my chest that no amount of work could fill. Now I felt worn out in the best way.
I'd woken him twice in the night. Couldn't help it. He'd been asleep with his head on my chest and I'd just needed to feel him again. We'd made love until I was sure he wouldn't wake up until lunch, which was perfect.
I knew he needed it.
He'd been tackled and bruised and running on fumes for weeks. Physio, Louis, the contract, the flight. I was genuinely surprised he was still walking.
I rolled onto my back and stared at the wood beams above us. Dragged both hands through my hair and sighed.
