Chapter 68

Cassandra’s reverie shattered the moment she looked up and saw Thomas strolling across the room, his phone slipping into his pocket. He’d just wrapped up a call, and the simple click of the line ending echoed in her mind. Before she could stand, he was already beside her, looping his arms around her waist from behind. His chin came to rest gently on her left shoulder, and warmth blossomed through her at the familiar weight of him—safe, constant, solid.

“Mom says we should go visit them this weekend,” Thomas murmured, voice low and content.

“Sure,” Cassandra replied, leaning back against him. She felt the steady rise and fall of his breath, heard the quiet rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear.

“They’re excited,” he added, the corner of his mouth lifting into a playful grin that she could feel against her skin. “But I’m more excited. I’d tear the sun and moon from the heavens if it meant I could see our son tonight.” He paused. “Hey—wait—we should start thinking a