He got into the bed slowly, turning down the light with nimble fingertips. He looked up at the ceiling, his posture tense despite the setting.
He had turned in his sleep to face her and his hands were resting on her waist, his forehead against hers.
He left the room and she would hear him cooing to Aubrey, his voice gentler than she had heard in a long time.
He returned a few moments later with Aubrey in his arms and got back into bed, leaning back against the headboard.