Andre's POV
We dressed in comfortable silence, the weight of what had just happened between us still lingering in the air. Once we were ready, I guided her toward the car, my hand finding the small of her back. We needed to collect Gavin from school, and anticipation thrummed through my veins at the thought of having them both with me again.
During the drive, I couldn't stop myself from reaching over. My fingers would brush against her thigh, or I'd catch her hand in mine. I needed the constant contact, the reassurance that this wasn't some elaborate dream my mind had constructed during the weeks of separation.
She was real. She was here. She was mine.
The school building came into view, but before we could step out of the vehicle, a staff member approached us with quick steps.
"Miss Armand, hello," the woman greeted Meryl warmly. "Are you here for Gavin?"
"Yes, thank you," Meryl responded, her voice carrying that maternal warmth I'd grown to love.
