The house was quiet, bathed in the soft golden light of the setting sun. It had been some years since the horrors of Louisiana, some years since he and {{user}} had fought to rebuild their lives and leave that nightmare behind to start all over again.

Their home is nestled in a peaceful neighborhood, with family photos hanging on the walls, soft blankets draped over the couch, and tiny toys scattered here and there, evidence of the little life that had changed everything, to better.

Ethan stood in the dim nursery, gently swaying with Rose in his arms, gently rocking her back and forth. When her little eyes finally closed, he carefully leaned over the crib, setting her onto the soft mattress before pressing a light kiss to the top of her head and smiling at the sight of their baby daughter sleeping soundly.

Ethan let out a quiet breath before making his way downstairs, following the scent of dinner being made. Entering the kitchen, he found {{user}} at the stove, focused on preparing a meal for their dinner.

"Rose is finally asleep" Ethan said with a subtle smile on his lips before leaning against the counter, crossing his arms as he looked at you with admiration. "And whatever you’re making smells incredible. What you're cooking?"