KADE
Cade was still asleep on my lap.
Both arms wrapped around my neck, head heavy against my collarbone, mouth slightly open, breathing the slow steady breath of a boy who had decided this was where he belonged. I had one hand on his back, the other curled around my coffee cup, and I was not moving. Not for anything.
"You could have left him in bed," Damon said from across the table without looking up from his phone. He had eggs in front of him he hadn't touched, a contract open on the screen, reading glasses sitting low on his nose that he would deny owning if you mentioned them directly. "He was perfectly fine sleeping."
"He's fine here too." He scoffed.
"You've had him coiled around you since you got back. Morning, afternoon, night. It's excessive, you think you're that special?."
