In the awkward silence, the two stared at each other and Ethan felt the room grow smaller, suddenly much aware of how gorgeous his wife was. She looked tired and a little overwhelmed even though she hid it well.
After a few minutes, Ethan stood immediately, lifting their sleeping son gently into his arms. Axiel's head rested against his father's shoulder, curls bouncing slightly with each step as Ethan carried him into the suite. He laid him carefully on the bed, pulling a soft blanket over him before pressing a kiss to his forehead. A part of him wanted to stay with him longer, to tell him everything would be ok, but the bigger part of him wanted to return to the woman waiting in his office, and he ached to reassure her, although after last night's panick attack, he din't know how.
