Felicia's P. O. V
I look to Jayson, eyes bright with life and happiness as he watched Amelia trying her hardest to demonstrate Goddess knows what for the game of Charades we were now playing in the living room. Everyone on her team was screaming things at her but even if they were right, I'd doubt she would hear over Aiden and Uncle Emitt's yelling which was a very obvious ploy to distract them.
Jayson was glowing at this moment. His chest full in a way it hadn't been before, eyes relaxed and free of any sense of caution he always held in them. He was always cautious, always scared that something was wrong and that someone was trying to tear us apart. But he wasn't like that now, he looked more tranquil than I'd ever seen him, his muscles not tense and his smile wide and never fading. I studied him until his eyes glanced my way, eyebrows pulling slightly as he looked at me.
"Everything okay?" He asks as his fingers gently caress my shoulder.
