The house had settled again in the late afternoon hush that came only when the world outside lost all claim to their time.
Mia had left two days ago. The staff moved discreetly through the hallways, as they didn't want to disturb the warm peace of the new member of Fitzgeralt family. The snow outside the glass veranda had begun to thaw into soft glimmering melt, catching pale winter sun.
Lucas sat alone now, Sebastian warm and heavy against his chest. The newborn slept almost the entire time; he wondered if the child would be the same in the coming years, or if this was the calm before the storm. Either way, Lucas planned to enjoy every minute of it.
After a life that destroyed him, a life he tried to forget, and one he knew it was before anything he knew but couldn't grasp it. There were flashes, feelings, and déjà vu, but nothing that elevated the memories above the level of a feverish dream that you quickly forget when you wake up.
