Winter's eyes fluttered open, his breath slow and steady as he adjusted to the dimness around him. The world outside was still hushed, the sky just starting to lighten with the faintest glow of dawn.
Beside him, Zara shifted slightly, her warm presence a comforting contrast to the cool morning air.
In the space between them, Leo lay nestled against her side, his tiny hands curled into soft fists as his face pressed into Zara's shirt. His messy hair stuck up at odd angles, and Winter's lips twitched into a faint smile at the sight.
"You're awake," Zara whispered, her voice low and soft, careful not to disturb Leo.
Winter turned his head toward her, catching the faint gleam of her half-lidded eyes. "So are you," he murmured, his voice rough from sleep.
She gave a sleepy smirk, her tone teasing. "I have a baby kicking me in the ribs. What's your excuse?"
Winter raised an eyebrow, shifting slightly to prop himself up on one elbow. "Maybe it's the snoring."
