Amelie stepped back cautiously from the crib, moving with the silence of a mother who had finally won the battle against naptime. Her back bumped into a solid, warm frame, and she spun around instantly.
Gabriel was right there. He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a soft, lingering kiss before she pulled back, her hands resting against the firm muscles of his chest.
"I'm tired," she sighed as she let her forehead drop against his chest.
"Then, let's rest," Gabriel murmured. Without a second's hesitation, he swept her up into his arms, ignoring her small gasp of surprise as he carried her across the room. He settled her onto the bed and climbed in beside her, pulling the heavy silk duvet over them both before pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.
"Noah is so restless these days," she whispered, nestled into his side. "He even bit me earlier. I think his teeth are finally starting to come through."
