The soft morning light bled through the edges of the curtains, gently stirring Leonard awake. His eyelids fluttered open, momentarily disoriented before his gaze adjusted to the familiar room.
The twins' room.
For a second, he stayed still, listening. The rhythmic sound of breathing filled the air—two sets of them. Turning his head, Leonard smiled softly as his eyes landed on Maya, still fast asleep beside him. Her tiny mouth parted slightly, her cheeks flushed with the lingering tint of fever, but far less than last night.
Thank God. Her skin was cooler now. No more burning heat radiating from her tiny body. She looked peaceful. Calm.
His gaze shifted toward the other bed, where Nathan was still curled up under his blue dinosaur blanket. Safe. Dreaming.
A wave of something warm spread through Leonard's chest. He let out a breath, remembering how last night unfolded.
