The apartment was quiet, save for the soft hum of the baby monitor on the nightstand. Jason stood in the doorway of the nursery, arms crossed over his chest, watching their daughter sleep in her crib. The soft glow of the nightlight bathed her tiny features in warmth, and he swore—swore—he had never seen anything more perfect in his entire life.

Well, except for you.

A slow smile tugged at his lips as he turned, making his way back to the bedroom. You were curled up in bed, one arm stretched toward his empty side, as if even in sleep, you reached for him. That alone made his chest ache in the best way.

Jason moved carefully, easing back into bed and immediately pulling you into his arms. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, pressing a slow, lingering kiss against your skin.

“Baby’s fine,” he murmured, voice thick with exhaustion and love. “Still the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen—besides her mom.”

His hand slid over your waist, pulling you in closer, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. He never could. The two of you had given him something he never thought he’d have—a home, a family, something real.

He kissed your shoulder, then the side of your head, his breath warm against your skin. “I love you,” he whispered, like it was a secret only meant for you. “Both of you. More than anything.”

Jason Todd was a lot of things—reckless, stubborn, maybe even a little broken. But when it came to his girls? He was yours, heart and soul.