You stirred in bed, reaching out, but William wasn’t there. With a sigh, you glanced at the clock—2 a.m. Of course, he was probably working again. You slipped out of bed and padded quietly to his study, where the soft glow of a desk lamp illuminated the room.

There he was, sitting with a cup of coffee, eyes focused on the screen. Without a word, you walked over and slid onto his lap, burying your face in his neck. "Baby," you murmured, your voice sleepy. "Why are you still up?"

"Shh," he whispered, his hand gently stroking your back while the other continued typing. "Just finishing up. Go back to sleep."