Jeremy’s POV
I get home long after the house has settled into itself, the kind of quiet that feels earned. The lights are low, the air warm, and Claire is already asleep when I find her, curled into my side of the bed. Her breathing is slow and even, lips parted just slightly, hair spilled across the pillow in a way that makes my chest tighten before I can stop it.
I don’t wake her. I strip quietly and take a quick shower, letting the warm water run over the day, over the blood and tension and restraint still clinging to me. I wear long cotton pants only, because my body heat keeps me warm enough. Usually I am nude, and if I need to step out of my bedroom- robe.
Next, I go into my son’s room. Daniel is so perfect. He’s sprawled across the bed like he owns the world, limbs loose, mouth s
