Mallory gently closed the nursery door, the soft whirring of the baby monitor behind her assuring her that little Jaylen was peacefully dreaming. She felt a swell of love for their son and a sense of contentment as she stepped into the spacious living area of their penthouse. In the dim light, Anon stood at the kitchen island, his back to her, preparing a quick snack. “Hey there, handsome,” she purred, wrapping her arms around him from behind. She pressed soft kisses along his back.