Zane~
After the chaos that was The Parade of Eternal Insanity—complete with fire-breathing doves, fortune-telling grannies, floating heart-shaped raindrops, and someone literally proposing to his mate in the crowd—I finally made it to our room. Our sanctuary. A little slice of calm in the middle of a world that had clearly lost its collective mind.
Natalie was already under the covers, her hair a soft halo against the pillows, her smile still carrying the aftershocks of the day's madness. Between us, snuggled like a victorious puppy who'd just conquered bedtime, was our son—Alexander. Out cold. One arm flung across my chest like he owned me. He'd fallen asleep halfway through an enthusiastic speech about turning into a dragon at the next parade. Because apparently we do those now.
I glanced over at Natalie, that little smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth making my heart lurch in that familiar, hopelessly-in-love way.
