The evening air was cool, and the streets glowed with streetlights, their yellow warmth flickering across the windshield as Jake drove Bella and little Timothy home.
The hum of the engine was steady, rhythmic, and inside the car it was peaceful, so peaceful that little Timothy had dozed off, his head lolling to the side, his lashes dark crescents against his cheeks.
Bella sat next to Jake, though her gaze kept flickering to her son's sleeping face. Every time she looked at him, her heart softened with contentment.
Timothy looked so peaceful, and after a day of laughter, ice cream, running around the park, and dinner, he deserved to rest.
She took a quick glance at Jake, thinking he was probably focused on driving but then Jake's eyes, sharp yet oddly gentle in the dim glow, caught hers.
