Dahlia PoV
I smiled as Saffron finally fell asleep, his breathing steady and calm as he nestled deeper into his pillows. The tension that had been etched on his face during our earlier conversation had melted away, replaced by the peaceful expression of a child lost in dreams. I felt a wave of relief wash over me, knowing that he had found a moment of solace.
As I sat there, the gentle sounds of his breathing filled the room, creating a tranquil atmosphere. I quietly closed the book, careful not to disturb him, and glanced around his room, taking in the familiar sight of model ships and drawings scattered about. Each item told a story of his imagination and creativity, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for the little moments we shared.
Just then, I heard the soft creak of the front door opening, followed by the unmistakable sound of footsteps. A smile tugged at my lips as I recognized my husband's gait. He was home.
