The door creaked softly as he pushed it open. Inside, Tasha slept soundly, curled up under her blankets, her breathing slow and even. Jayden paused for a moment, admiring her. She looked so small, so peaceful—so unlike the fierce little firecracker she was when awake.
Carefully, he lowered Jessica onto her bed, peeling her arms from around his neck. She mumbled something incoherent, her lashes fluttering as she fought sleep. Jayden pulled the covers over her, tucking her in with a gentleness that surprised even him.
He turned to leave—only to feel a small hand clutch his sleeve. Turning his head back, he saw Jessica holding him, her eyes flickering slightly.
"You're my Superman…" she whispered, her voice thick with sleep. Then, softer, barely audible: "I love you."
Jayden froze. His chest tightened, his breath catching in his throat. For a long moment, he just stared at her—her tousled hair, her parted lips, the way her fingers still clung to him even in unconsciousness.
