They stayed like that for a while, until Angel came running in to greet his father.
Rohan noticed the mischievous look that flickered across Angel's face more than once that day, but again, he didn't think much of it. He believed the boy was simply trying to draw him, just like he had done once before, when he turned Rohan into a troll in one of his drawings.
Just like always, he held his wife while they slept on their bed, her body curled in front of his, his fitting to hers in a spooned embrace. His legs rested between her thighs, and her hand lay over his forearm where it wrapped securely around her waist. Ever since her pregnancy began to show, they slept like this every night, except on the nights Angel refused to sleep in his new room and came to wedge himself between them.
