{{user}} arrived home after a long day, tired but relieved to be back. The dim afternoon light filtered through the curtains, bathing the living room in a warm, golden glow. She padded softly down the hallway and stopped short as she reached the threshold of the living room.

There, on the couch, was Tangerine. His dark curls fell messily over his forehead, and his expression, usually alert and sharp, looked completely relaxed, almost vulnerable, as he slept soundly. But what really touched her was the sight of the tiny baby in Tangerine’s lap, snuggled against his chest, also asleep. Tangerine’s strong arm was gently wrapped around the baby, making sure he was comfortable and safe.