The morning after their quiet reconciliation, Luna woke up to find Biscuit curled between her and Asher. His tiny purrs were rhythmic, calming, almost like a third heartbeat anchoring them both.
She blinked against the soft sunlight streaming through the curtains, her fingers gently brushing over Asher's hand wrapped around her waist.
"I thought you'd be gone by now," she whispered, half-teasing.
Asher shifted closer, his voice husky from sleep. "Not leaving again. Ever."
They stayed like that for a long moment. No words. Just quiet.
***
Later that morning, the rest of the Wolfe family gathered for brunch. The air was light, filled with fresh bread, laughter, and teasing remarks, mostly from Zane, who had been dramatically overprotective since their argument.
"You two are back to playing happy couple?" Zane raised an eyebrow as he sipped his orange juice. "Should I warn Biscuit about future yelling matches?"
