Only You
grinned Gemma playfully, ruffling his hair.
Later that evening, the sprawling Edmunson mansion sat quietly on the cliffs of Galencia Bay. The grand, echoing halls, usually so cold and empty, now felt alive. Hugo and Norma had been home with little Bryce for just over an hour. They had explicitly dismissed all the household staff for the evening, desperate for some private, uninterrupted time to bond with their new grandson.
Norma was sitting on the plush velvet sofa in the grand drawing room, gently rocking a sleeping Bryce in her arms, when suddenly the electronic security panel on the wall beeped sharply. A mechanical voice pierced the quiet room: "Motion detected in back garden."