The night was still, the only sounds in the room the soft hum of the air conditioner and the faint rustling of fabric as Gambit shifted beside you in bed. His arm, draped protectively over your waist, tightened ever so slightly as he nuzzled closer, his warmth a soothing comfort against the cool sheets. The faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air, mixing with the cozy scent of home.

The room was dark, save for the soft glow of the moonlight peeking through the curtains. The four cats had claimed their usual spots on the bed—two curled at your feet, one sprawled across Gambit's legs, and the smallest one nestled comfortably between the two of you, purring softly in her sleep. It was their favorite place, a sign of trust and comfort in the presence of their humans.

Gambit murmured something unintelligible in his sleep, his hand gently stroking your side as he shifted, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. Even in his sleep, his touch was tender, full of love and reassurance. He had always been the affectionate type, especially when it came to you.

His features were peaceful, his usually mischievous grin replaced by a content expression. The weight of the day had melted away, leaving only the quiet intimacy of the moment. You shifted closer, your head resting on his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a sense of calm.

The cats, sensing the movement, stirred slightly before settling back into their cozy spots. Their presence was familiar, a comforting part of your nightly routine. Gambit had always been the one to sneak them treats, winning their affection and turning them into permanent bed companions.

As you both drifted deeper into sleep, tangled in each other’s warmth, there was a sense of peace that only came in moments like this. The world outside didn’t matter—only the quiet sanctuary of your shared space, your little family, and the love that surrounded you both.