Archer brushed a stray curl from Edith's cheek, then pressed a softer kiss to her temple. ''I'll take the victory,'' he murmured. ''And the crumbs.''
Edith's eyes danced. ''You always do.''
She turned toward the rocking chair by the window, Freya already a warm, limp weight. Sunlight spilled across them both, gilding the quiet. He watched a moment longer, then followed, ready to sit guard while his world breathed easy. While relaxing, he noticed Kela and Neoma were awake.
Archer waved his hand, bringing the twins to him, he hugged his three first children. They all got comfortable as he felt his eyes getting heavy. When Edith saw this, a smile crossed her face before standing up. ''I'm gonna get back to work, I'll check up in a few hours.''
''Alright,'' he murmered as he started to feel tired.
Moments later, a blanket was placed on them as she smiled. ''See you soon, handsome,'' she whispered.
