C177 Our Last Dance

Xavier strode through the door, the weight of the day sloughing off his shoulders at the sight ahead. Cathleen stood at the stove, her movements fluid, and practiced, with little Bella snug against her back in a carrier, her chubby cheeks squished against her mother's spine. He couldn't help but smile.

"Hey, my girls," he murmured, bending to press a kiss first on Cathleen's temple