Eden’s POV
After Harrison opened up to me, I held him tightly until he fell asleep, his chest rising and falling under my cheek.
Once I’m sure he’s out, I carefully disentangle myself from his arms and slide out of the bed, pulling on one of his t-shirts before heading back down to the kitchen.
Moving around the large room, I put away the rest of the groceries that are still waiting on the units, and flick on the coffee machine.
Pouring myself a cup, I take a seat at the breakfast bar, sipping slowly as my mind conjures up the image of a small Harrison and an identical Gage running around the room as a woman who looks similar to them laughs, an apron ties around her waist, covered in flour.
I can almost smell the cookies that their mother baked, slapping their hands away playfully as
