Tristan's POV:
"Sweetpea, wake up."
She's slept the whole way home. I've sat her for a full half hour, unwilling to wake her up. She looks so cute sleeping, like a tiny kitten lost in slumber. I almost expect her to purr.
It's the cutest thing I've ever seen except we can't sit here in the car all day. I want her to be comfortable.
She grumbles in her sleep and curls further into herself but doesn't wake up.
I lean over and move the hair from her face.
"Ella, Sweetpea," I try again.
Her eyes finally flicker open but not for more than a second or two. I try again, this time I drop a kiss to her cheek, before whispering against her ear.
"Sweetpea, time to wake up. We're home"
We're home, those words warm my heart. It's cheesy and silly but I really do feel at home. It's not the house behind us though that is making me feel this way. It's the person asleep beside me.
She's my home.