When they reached the couch, they settled into a position that felt almost intentional, though neither of them had planned it.
Grey took a seat while Lord Jethro stretched back, resting his head on Grey's thighs as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
The warmth of his presence was immediate, and Grey couldn't help the way his fingers drifted into Jethro's hair, threading through the soft strands as Jethro continued with his story.
"She realized, after regaining consciousness, that she had been picked up by a woman who was almost her age," Jethro continued, "She was a witch. And… she was kind enough to take my mother in, and also, she stopped her from getting rid of the pregnancy. She said that after living there for a month, she realized that the woman was pregnant too… and that the woman's pregnancy was only a month behind hers."
Grey listened closely, fingers still tangled in Jethro's hair, eyes fixed on him.
