Sean had cried himself to sleep in Nick's arms, his little body finally giving in to exhaustion. Nick held him close, feeling the boy's heartbeat gradually slow as he drifted off. Once he was asleep, Amelia gently moved Sean to the couch, tucking a blanket around him. She lingered there for a moment, looking down at her son, and then glanced back at Nick.
The doctor had stopped by earlier, confirming that Nick's injuries weren't life-threatening. He'd be fine with a few days' rest, though he'd carry the scars as a reminder. Nick's face, tired and slightly bruised, softened when he saw her looking at him.
"I... I haven't told your parents about what happened," Amelia said hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Nick's mouth tightened, and he gave a short nod. "It's fine. Don't tell them," he replied. "I'm not in the mood to see them right now."
Amelia nodded, but uncertainty flickered in her gaze. "If… if you want some space, I can go too—"