It was a quiet goodbye.
Kay sat on the couch, wrapped in a thick blanket, her hair tied in a messy bun that somehow made her look more like herself than ever. Finn was curled against her chest, fast asleep, one tiny fist poking out from the bundle of pale blue fabric. She looked exhausted, softer around the edges than I'd ever seen her, but happy.
Truly happy.
"I still say he looks like a grumpy old man when he sleeps," she whispered with a grin, rocking slightly. "But I kind of love that about him."
Chris chuckled from beside me. "He's got your frown."
Kay narrowed her eyes at him. "He'd better not have my attitude."
Mitch laughed from the kitchen, where he was measuring formula into a bottle with military precision. "Too late."
I leaned down and kissed Kay's temple, brushing my hand over Finn's impossibly small head. "We'll come back soon. When you're feeling up for it, and he's old enough to appreciate how hilarious I am."
She gave a soft snort. "So, never?"
