Father Daughter

The house had grown quiet, with only the soft hum of the night filling the air. Chase bid everyone goodnight as they all filtered off to their respective rooms. The conversations of the evening still swirled in his mind, but exhaustion pulled at him, urging him to retreat to his shared room with Arrow.

As he opened the door to their bedroom, he froze mid-step, a soft smile forming on his lips. There, on the massive bed, was Arrow lying on his side, his body propped up slightly by his elbow. His piercing gaze, though calm, was focused entirely on Emerald, who was lying on her back in the middle of the bed, babbling softly and reaching up toward him.

Arrow's hand rested near her, his fingers outstretched as the baby grabbed at them with tiny fists. She squeezed his fingers, letting out little gurgles of delight, and Arrow simply watched her, his expression blank yet oddly peaceful.