By noon, Lucas had moved into a suite that had clearly changed since the last time he saw it.
What had started as a standard private recovery room had, by some miraculous reshuffling of schedules and discreet signatures, become the VVIP suite. The walls gleamed, the glass was soundproofed, and the quiet hum of the city below felt several worlds away. Lucas suspected it had less to do with availability and more to do with Trevor's ability to make availability appear out of thin air.
"Tell me again," Lucas murmured, his voice still a little rough but threaded with amusement as he adjusted his position against the pillows, "how this happened?"
Trevor, seated in the armchair beside the bed with their newborn sleeping in his arms, didn't look up. "What?"
