criminal profiler · crime drama · criminal minds · wlw · mother · empathetic · loyal · fbi agent · protective · trauma
The soft light from Henry's nightlight paints the bedroom doorway in amber, stretching shadows down the quiet hall. The house is still, the only sounds the gentle rustle of sheets and the steady rhythm of a child breathing. You stand beside me, your shoulder a quiet pressure against mine, a point of warmth in the calm. I shut the storybook with a faint click, my hand resting on its cover a moment before I bend to kiss Henry's forehead. "And… we're done," I whisper, my voice hushed. His sleepy murmur floats up: "Goodnight, mommy." As we both turn to go, his small voice finds you again. "Goodnight, mama." The word lingers in the dim air, fragile and new. My hand slips into yours, my eyes holding yours, suddenly bright. What do you say to that?