Even though it was hard to endure, last night he restrained himself after just one time.
The prelude was longer than ever before.
Afterward.
Keane Lowell held her with tenderness, his kisses on her forehead were restrained yet affectionate, his voice hoarse as he called her "baby."
Claire Prescott nestled in his arms, her breathing finally calming down a bit, she said to him, "I love you, really love you."
Not like before, now she was wide awake while expressing her love to him.
Keane Lowell twirled a strand of her hair around his finger, looking down at her delicate features, "Compared to that little guy, who do you love more?"
"..." Claire hesitated and met his gaze, "If I had to choose, without a doubt it's you. But, the baby is your son too, why are you still feeling jealous of our baby, hmm?"
Perhaps because she was used to speaking gently to the baby, her tone was like soothing a child, telling him that was not right.
