Aiden felt content in that moment.
His gaze simply lingered on Arwen's face, memorizing the delicate features he had never once forgotten in his life.
And yet, every time he looked at her, it felt like seeing her for the first time —like discovering something precious all over again.
He knew would never get tired of this. No matter how many times he had to do it, this —watching her sleep in his arms —was something he would always cherish.
His fingers moved slowly, gently outlining her lips, careful not to wake her up. Then they trailed upward to trace the bridge of her nose, and finally paused at her closed eyes.
The moment his fingertips brushed her eyelids, her expression twitched slightly,. He froze, not wanting to disturb her slumber.
But instead of pulling away, Arwen turned slightly to face him, shifting closer and rubbing her face gently against his chest.
He couldn't help but smile at her actions.
She was still as cute as she had always been.
