Dylan’s Point of View
I carefully laid Jones in his crib, surprisingly he fell asleep during his bedtime story. “He’s asleep already, can you believe it?” I said to Rowan when I walked into the kitchen.
“No way! No late-night chat with Raffa tonight?” He laughed as he poured us each a glass of wine.
“I guess not, he’s had a busy few days.”
“So have you. Come here” he turned on old jazz and handed me my wine.
“This is nice, things feel almost normal” I said as we danced around the kitchen.
“Things will settle down soon, things will get downright boring.”
“That sounds amazing, do you promise?”
“Pinky swear” he linked his pinky on mine and smiled that incredible smile of his. “I want to talk to you about something, but I don’t want it to turn into an argument.”
“Oh no” I said
