Chapter 105
Adrian's Pov
The kidnapping incident happened two weeks ago.
Two weeks of healing. The bruises had faded to pale yellow. The cuts on my back were healing faster and the nightmares were shorter and lesser now. Life felt calm and safe.
Darcy, Pink, and I had a routine-busy mornings with laughter and pancakes. Some days I stayed at the condo he gave me. To read and think out loud. Other days we were at the penthouse. Sometimes Darcy brought work home; he'd show me documents and ask my opinion. Evenings were family time-dinner, a story, then quiet when Pink finally slept.
And nights. Nights were full of him. Darcy held me close, his lips brushing my shoulder.
"Good morning," he whispered.
"Morning," I whispered.
His hand slid down, warm and familiar-then a small voice stop
