Madeline:
I could already tell that Sawyer was a very calm and collected person.
He had single-handedly taken care of the kids, putting them back to bed, while I sat in the living room sniffling and drinking wine.
I was losing my mind, thinking my children needed me and I couldn’t do anything for them.
“They’re asleep,” Sawyer informed, arriving into the living room.
I noticed he didn’t have his coat on, his sleeves were rolled up, and his hair was messy.
He looked exhausted because all the kids had requested to be carried on his shoulders and walked around the room until they fell asleep, and he had done it for each of them.
“You’ve had enough,” he said, snatching the wine from my hand.
Then he leaned back on the couch, resting one foot over his knee, forming an open V with his le
