Nathan Rodge × Heather Daniels (1)

The clock struck 9 o'clock PM as Eamon slipped quietly into the mansion. The low hum of the television was the only sound that filtered through the air.

He moved through the foyer, catching a glimpse of Harris, who trailed closely behind him, eyes bright and all ready for work.. Yes, work.

“Did they get the Blackwoods?” Eamon asked, his voice low, almost conspiratorial.

“Absolutely, Boss,” Harris replied, grinning ear to ear. “Everything went off without a hitch, all thanks to Master Nathan's hands.”

As Eamon stepped into the living room, he spotted Heather sprawled on the couch like a starfish. The soft glow of the TV illuminated her peaceful face.

A pink blanket was draped over her, and she looked utterly adorable. ‘What is that? A pink, fluffy…cloth?’ he mused, moving closer.

“Seriously,” Harris whispered, eyes widening. “Is that…?”

Eamon shot him a look, finger raised to his lips. “Shh! You’ll wake her up.” Slowly, he lifted her up and carried her in his arms.

But just then, He