Chapter 121 What Baby Daddy?

• The rich, savory scent of freshly cooked food wafted through the dimly lit room, filling Xavier's senses. He carefully placed the tray on the nightstand and took a moment to admire the delicate shadows dancing across the walls, cast by the flickering light of a single candle. The cozy bedroom seemed to embrace them in its warm embrace. As he gazed upon Cathleen, her face serene in sleep, he couldn't help but feel grateful for this quiet moment together. The soft rise and fall of her chest with each breath was like a lullaby, calming his restless mind.
• "Cat," he called softly, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate through the stillness. Her body stirred, a small crease forming between her brows, and for a fleeting moment, Xavier's lips twitched into a semblance of a smile. She was always so composed, every word calculated, but now, in slumber, she seemed almost vulnerable.
• He leaned closer, the scent of her hair mingling with the food's steam. It should have been a moment of peace, yet the grumble from her belly broke the silence, betraying her need. Despite himself, he felt a burst of satisfaction that he'd anticipated her hunger, preparing something she could stomach when Dora's cooking had failed.