Arlene's POV
Sitting outside the twins' bedroom door, listening to Warner's deep voice weaving through their favorite lullaby, I could stay here forever. His voice carries notes of tenderness I rarely witness during daylight hours. This intimate moment belongs to them, and I refuse to intrude.
When he finally emerges, Warner strides past without noticing me curled against the hallway wall. I watch him disappear into our bedroom, then return moments later wearing pure confusion. His expression shifts to mild irritation when he discovers me sitting on the floor.
"What the hell are you doing down there?" He extends both hands toward me.
I accept his help, allowing him to pull me upright. "You completely missed me on your way out. I was enjoying the private concert."
"You could have come in."
