Ronan
The room is quiet, save for the soft squeak of the adjoining door to the Luna suite as Ivy pulls it to—without fully closing it. It's cracked just enough to block out the light while Noah sleeps, but for us to be able to hear him if he needs us.
The moment Sara and Max brought him home from Ivy’s mom’s house, he launched himself into my arms like gravity had been waiting for him to return. Aric is still howling, his tail swishing back and forth so hard that I am surprised he doesn't start flying around like a damn helicopter with it.
Ivy tried to remove him, but I couldn't seem to let go as Noah buried his face in my neck. The soft scent of oranges wafts from his dark hair, and I soak it in. Noah stayed just like that until his little body stopped trembling, and his breathing fin
