Easter~
I was just getting my bed and that of Rose dressed when I heard the soft knock. It was gentle, deliberate—definitely not Jacob's. When I opened the door, I found Tiger standing there, silent and solid as ever, cradling my daughter in his arms like she was made of glass.
"She fell asleep," he said, his deep voice like the earth itself whispering. "Playing with Alexander outside."
My heart melted at the sight—my sweet Rose with her wild curls sticking to her forehead, arms curled around herself like a tiny dreamer. I reached out, and Tiger handed her over with that same surprising gentleness — the kind that felt almost unreal coming from someone who looked like he could shatter mountains just by walking through them.
"Thank you," I whispered, my voice soft.
