YEARNING FOR HOME

TATIAN'S POV

I sit in the dim light of our living room, the heavy curtains drawn tight against the encroaching darkness outside. The glow of the single lamp casts long shadows across the room, a soft, golden halo that feels almost comforting. I rested my hand gently on my stomach, where subtle, nearly imperceptible flutters reminded me of the lives growing within me.

Jasper walked into the room, his presence a familiar warmth even though he glided silently as if he were part of the shadows. His eyes find mine instantly, a deep, almost unearthly shade of blue that always managed to pierce through the darkness. I saw the concern etched into his features as he approached, his gaze shifting to my hand resting protectively on my abdomen.