Seventy-Five

**Bryony’s POV**

I walked back around to the front of the house; the car pulling up beside me. Darius gets out of the car with the baby nestled in his arms, still fast asleep. Dorian then grabs some things from the boot.

“Why didn’t you go inside?” asked Darius, walking over to me. He passes me my son and I hold him close to my chest.

“It feels strange being back here” I answer him truthfully. I