>Mallory
"Ah! Finally home!"
The words slipped out the moment the door opened. I stepped inside and kicked my shoes off, stretching my arms high above my head. My back popped softly, sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. The familiar smell of the house wrapped around me—clean, warm, and comforting. After two weeks stuck in a hospital bed, this place felt unreal, like I had stepped into a dream.
Behind me, Venz walked in carefully, our son cradled securely in his arms. His steps were slow and light, as if even the sound of his shoes touching the floor might wake my son in his arms. When he reached me, he stopped and placed one hand on my shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"You should rest first," he said quietly.
I groaned and let my arms fall to my sides.
"No way."
He raised a brow slightly.
"I've been lying down for two whole weeks," I complained, rolling my shoulders. "My body feels stiff. If I rest more, I'll turn into a statue."
