The first thing I noticed was that the house felt different when he was gone.
Not empt. It was just quieter. Like it was holding its breath.
So when I heard the front door open, I didn't even think. I didn't waddle. I ran. Well… as much as a six-months-pregnant woman could run, which was really just a determined fast shuffle that probably looked hilarious.
He barely got the door shut before I collided with him.
Jace let out a low breath and wrapped his arms around me instantly. They were strong, steady, grounding and I just wanted to melt into him. His coat still held the faint cold of New York air, but underneath it was him. Warm. Familiar. Home.
"You're back," I said, my voice muffled against his chest.
"I told you I'd be home before dinner," he murmured into my hair.
"That was hours ago," I tried to sound annoyed, but I was already melting into him.
