Runze's POV
I lie in bed for a few moments after setting my phone down, but sleep doesn't come. The room is quiet, but my mind remains restless, pulled by a quiet urge to be near Bael.
I pull myself off the bed, slip into my house slippers, and step out into the hallway.
The nursery is just a few steps down the corridor, the door resting slightly open. I push it back without a sound, intending to quietly slip inside.
Bael is kneeling by the wooden crib, holding his phone in one hand as he takes photos of Siying while she sleeps. He has taken off his jacket, tossing it over the back of the nursing chair, his collar unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up past his forearms. Watching him crouched there so carefully over our daughter makes something warm bloom in my chest.
It makes me want to grab my phone from the nightstand to take a picture of them both.
I turn slightly to head back to the bedroom, but the quiet rustle of my clothes gives me away.
