Damon stepped quietly into the nursery.
Soft daylight filtered through the curtains, casting a muted glow across the room.
Tiny animals rotated slowly across a mobile hanging above the crib, spinning in a lazy circle. Ava's cries filled the space, not frantic, but restless.
He crossed the room without hurrying, his bare feet silent against the floor.
Ava kicked and squirmed in her crib, her little fists waving through the air. Her face was red, her eyes squeezed shut, tears streaking her cheeks.
Damon leaned over the crib, resting his arms on the edge.
"Hey, little troublemaker," he said softly.
His voice was low, calm, the same way he used to talk before fights to steady his own nerves. He reached down and scooped her up gently, cradling her against his chest.
Ava fussed, her tiny hands grabbing at the fabric of his hoodie.
Damon swayed slightly, rocking her back and forth. His hand rubbed slow circles against her back, feeling her small breaths against his skin.
