What happened at night (Thiam)(Rewriting)

Chapter 29

Previously on What happened at night

Liam's Pov

"Are you happy?" Theo asked me quietly, his voice just above a whisper as we sat together on the couch.

I looked at him, feeling the weight of his question settle over me. And for the first time in a long while, I felt at peace.

"Yeah," I said, my voice full of sincerity. "I really am."

It wasn't about the perfect Thanksgiving dinner or the gifts we gave. It was about us. About the people we had, and the ones we'd created. I knew there would be hard times ahead, but with Theo and Parker by my side, I felt like I could face anything.

And that was more than enough.

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Theo's Pov

A few days had passed since Thanksgiving, but the warmth of that night still lingered in the house. The dishes were washed and put away, the leftover turkey was finally finished, and Parker's giggles were the soundtrack of our days as she continued to thrive in the center of our little world. I couldn't stop thinking about how much love filled our home that night—the laughter, the small but meaningful conversations, and the moments of connection I hadn't realized I needed.

It was early morning, the soft light of dawn spilling through the living room windows. Parker was lying on her playmat, gurgling happily as she reached for the dangling toys above her. I sat cross-legged on the floor next to her, sipping a cup of coffee and watching her with a quiet smile.

"Good morning, sunshine," I said softly, leaning down to brush my hand over her hair. Her eyes flicked up to me, wide and curious, before she let out a squeal of delight. "You're always so happy in the mornings, huh?"

She kicked her little legs, babbling in response, and I couldn't help but laugh. Parker had this way of making everything feel lighter, brighter. She didn't know the weight of the world, the mistakes I'd made, or the worries that sometimes crept in late at night. To her, the world was simple and safe, and I was determined to keep it that way for as long as I could.

Liam shuffled into the room, his hair a mess and a mug of coffee in his hand. He stopped in the doorway, leaning against the frame as he watched us. "Morning," he said, his voice thick with sleep.

"Morning," I replied, looking up at him. "Sleep okay?"

"Better than I thought I would," he said, walking over to join us on the floor. He sat down beside me, placing his mug on the coffee table and reaching out to tickle Parker's tummy. She giggled, grabbing at his hands with her tiny fingers.

"She's in a good mood today," Liam said, smiling. "Not that she's ever in a bad mood."

"She's a pretty happy baby," I agreed, watching her kick her legs again. "I think she gets that from you."

Liam laughed, shaking his head. "Nah, she gets that from both of us. She's got your determination, though. Did you see how hard she was trying to grab that toy?"

I nodded, my chest swelling with pride. "Yeah, she doesn't give up easily. I love that about her."

For a while, we just sat there, playing with Parker and talking about little things—what groceries we needed, how the weather was turning colder, and how fast Parker was growing. It was simple, but it felt important. These moments, the ones that didn't seem like much at first glance, were the ones I knew I'd look back on someday with the most gratitude.