Soren's Pov
I smiled as I watched Catherine gently lower a sleeping Esme into her cot, her movements slow and careful. She straightened up and turned to me, her face softening with a tired but content smile as she tiptoed out of the nursery. The second she crossed the threshold, my arms encircled her waist, pulling her back against my chest. She melted into the embrace with a quiet sigh.
"We'll just have to wait until 3 a.m. now," she whispered, reaching back to shut the door quietly, ensuring the click of the latch was barely audible.
"I don't feel sleepy at all," I murmured into her hair, breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo mixed with the faint, sweet smell of baby lotion.
"How about we watch a movie?" she suggested, tilting her head back to look up at me.
"Great idea," I affirmed, pressing a kiss to her temple before releasing her.
