*Trinity's POV*

Michael cooed on my lap as we sat in the recliner in his nursery room reading a bedtime story. His little hand rested on mine as I flipped the pages.

My heart was full and I could feel my body relaxing. The rest of the day of trial had been uneventful, but it had still taken its toll on me, and once more, I couldn't wait to get home to my baby boy.

My eyes closed as we continued to rock ...