Distant.

Harrison closed the door quietly behind him as he entered the house, his gaze drifting across the living room.

He walked over and looked down at Quinn, his heart tightening at the sight of her. She had been waiting for him again.

He sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. He lowered himself beside her, careful not to wake her. Gently, he reached out and brushed his fingertips against her cheek.

Her skin felt warm under his touch, and a wave of guilt washed over him. He knew she had stayed up late, hoping he would come home early for once, but he hadn't.

Mrs. Juliette, their loyal cook and housekeeper, had told him earlier how Quinn had waited until exhaustion took over, her hands protectively cradling her growing belly.

“She was too tired to stay up any longer,” Mrs. Juliette said, concern etched on her face. “You shouldn’t keep doing this to her, Harrison.”

He swallowed hard as he remembered those words. Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to Quinn’s forehead and whisper