Cain didn't know how long he sat there in silence with Jayden snuggled against him. Neither of them said anything after that. It felt wrong to speak. The only sound that filled the room was the faint hum of the air vent and the rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing. It was a quiet he didn't hate. For once, his mind didn't ache with the weight of the past or the expectations of the future.
It was only when he noticed her breathing had grown deep and steady that he stirred. Jayden was fast asleep, her face buried lightly into his chest. A soft sigh left her lips, and Cain couldn't help but stare for a moment. She looked peaceful. Completely unaware of the chaos that lingered in his mind. Carefully, he slid one arm beneath her knees and another under her back, lifting her without a sound. She stirred slightly, her fingers brushing against his collarbone before relaxing again.
