Warm Heaviness

“You okay, baby?” Elena whispered, pressing a soft kiss into her son’s hair.

Rowan was curled up against her chest, his little body warm and heavy, still half-asleep. She could feel his tiny breaths brushing against her collarbone, slow and steady, like he was trying to fight off sleep but losing the battle.

He gave the smallest nod, his head brushing against her.

“Still wanna sleep some more, huh