POV: SAINTAs I touched the empty sheet, it hit me that Jackson hadn't come home last night, the cool fabric beneath my palm a small, quiet reminder of how used to his warmth I'd already become. He had told me he'd be out overnight hunting at the borders, so I knew he wouldn't return until later. The room felt chilly without him, but at least his scent lingered, faint and familiar against the pillow, enough to keep the ache of his absence from settling too deeply. I lay there a moment longer than I needed to, letting myself pretend, just briefly, that he'd only stepped out for water and would slip back beneath the covers any second.Suddenly, there was a knock, and Tom peeked in. "Good morning, Uncle Saint!" he exclaimed with a bright smile before rushing over to me, his small feet padding quickly across the floor. I wrapped him in a warm hug and then pulled back to ask, "How are you? Did you sleep well?""Mhm," he hummed. "I came to your room, but you weren't there. Are you and Dadd
Last Updated : 2026-07-20
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