The nursery was quiet now.
Lucas stood near the crib, one hand resting lightly on the frame as Sebastian curled sleepily in the center, still clutching a soft blanket like it owed him rent. The overhead light had been dimmed to a gentle amber glow, warm enough to soften the shadows but not harsh enough to wake the baby.
Trevor watched from the doorway for a few seconds before stepping closer, his steps quiet against the polished floor.
"He looks like you when he's annoyed," Trevor murmured, reaching past Lucas to adjust the edge of the blanket.
Lucas arched a brow. "He's asleep."
"Exactly," Trevor said dryly. "Just like you when someone calls before nine."
Lucas rolled his eyes, but the tension in his shoulders eased a fraction. The weight of what he'd done was still sitting somewhere in his chest, real but not suffocating.
Not anymore.
