Chapter 23

“C’mon,” he said. “Lights out, or she’ll wake up again.”

“Okay, okay…”

“You on duty tonight, or me?”

“I’ve got it,” Erik said, sliding into bed. The lamp on the bedside table was snuffed out, and in the dark, he sighed and reached out for the warm body on the other side of the bed. He found pyjama bottoms and no shirt, and wrapped both arms firmly around Andreas’ chest and squeezed until he squeaked.

“Alright, love you, too.”

“Te amo.”

A snort. “Te quiero. I keep telling you.”

“Whatever,” Erik said, drawing his knees up behind Andreas’.

“Hey.”

A hand found his own under the duvet and squeezed.

“Heard every word.”

Erik smiled. “Yeah, well. Meant it.”

“Sap.”

“Yeah.”

“She’ll be fine, you know.”

“Yeah?”

“Yep. You might not be, when she hits her teens and is slamming doors and screaming she hates us through the walls, but she will.”