Hannibal arrived home later than usual to find his young partner asleep on the sofa, a book from his collection delicately over her gently swelling belly. His sharp gaze softened with a touch of admiration as he approached her, taking in the serene sight. Quietly kneeling beside her, he gently retrieved the book, setting it aside gently. A faint smile played on his lips, a rare display of tenderness, as he brushed a strand of hair from her face, reveling in the unexpected beauty of the moment.