♥ Jethro ♥
After dinner, we didn’t talk much. We didn’t need to. Chloe cleaned up while I stacked some logs in the fireplace. She moved around the kitchen like she belonged there. Barefoot as she hummed under her breath, with her sleeves rolled halfway up her arms. It was like watching some kind of quiet domestic dream play out, and I couldn’t stop stealing glances. I was also thankful for the heated flooring. I didn’t even realize I was smiling until she caught me watching.
“What?” she asked as she dried her hands with a towel.
“Nothing,” I said. I forced myself to turn my attention back to the fire. “Just...you,” Chloe raised an eyebrow, but she didn’t say anything. However, her lips curved into a knowing smile before she crossed the room and settled onto the couch. I joined her a mom
