's

building, and the jet is alre

a soothing white noise that made it easy for me

loved to admire nature. The world down below felt distant in every sense. Andrew sat across from me, flipping

that he could be so immersed in his work, so dedicated that I admired. I knew I liked him, but there was a part of me that had to stay cautious. I knew he cared about me, he always let me kn

ame through the intercom. "we'll be descending short

ing my gaze with a soft smile that crin

The word felt strange sometimes but the past four years, I had come to terms with

thing work related back i

setting it on the table,

akly at hi

casual but laced with care and that qui

the window again. "But not in a bad

k in his seat, watching me carefully.

ndred times and yet, my feelings will still be

needed space, when to step back and let me process things on my own. That balance was part of what made

home with his nanny, probably waiting up for me and Andrew, despite my telling him everytime to go to bed on time. But Tristan being Tris

a TV in the background. I slipped off my shoes by the entrance, the familiar scent of home hitt

ng our bags to the side. "You want to g

y lit, and as I pushed open the door, I saw exactly what I had expected, Trista

re I could even react. I caught him in a hug, his small body warm against m

bed an hour ago," I chided

e a sheepish smile. "I was wai

say, sitting on the edge of his bed and pulling him

t of the room wrapping around us. I always lived for these moments with him. It was mo

the frame with a soft smile on his face. "Hey

, "Hey uncle Andr

"Don't stay up too late okay? You need yo

I kissed the top of his head before finally easing him back onto his

before he drifted off. I pulled the covers up over him

ed before turning off the light,

ma, goodnight

out of the room, gently c

with a bright smile and a chuckle, "Thank you...

istan was in bed. Andrew moves to the wine cabinet and pulls out a bottle of red wine

. The soft lighting of the living room casts a warm glow around

grounding me. "He was more awake than I thought," I s

persistent, I wonder w

an eyebrow at him, the play

teased. "Stubborn, determined and not ea

d give a smirk, "You don'

e softer now, his eyes as if searching for some sort of answer. And

glass, not ready to have that conversation, at least not

the weight of the day to lift from our

g comfortably beside me, his glass nearl

ing my eyes gently. "I think I'm calli

e lingering. "You sure, you

out of me" I say with a small smil

stretching a bit, "I get

I say, climbing up the stair

night