Catherine waited outside the bathroom door in her pajamas, arms folded, foot tapping softly against the floor.
Maximilian took far too long.
His bathroom was enormous; they could barely get in the shower with the other just outside the door, and if the cursed distance shrank even a little more, she had the grim suspicion she'd be forced to share a shower with him.
She did not want that.
Her gaze drifted back to the bedroom. The baby slept peacefully in the bassinet, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. A low, comforting hum filled the room; white noise, she realized, before correcting herself.
No.
The radiator.
Still… it worked.
Her eyes slid, traitorous, to the bed.
Solid wood. Old but well-kept. A thick mattress, plush pillows, silk sheets that caught the soft light like water. Her heart thudded oddly in her chest at the sight of it, for reasons she refused to examine too closely.
The bathroom door opened.
