Only One

I glanced at Ethan, who fell asleep crying in my arms. I had lost track of time; my arms were growing numb, cradling his head. I hesitated, then gently reached out to touch his hair, afraid the sensation might wake him. He didn't flinch. He slept soundly, seemingly at peace, the world held still around him. I smiled faintly, stroking his hair, cherishing his expression. My mind was still reeling with questions. Why the sudden breakdown, and why his desperate need for me not to leave? He had cried violently, nearly howling, his body partially shifting into his werewolf form. I had been terrified and confused. Yet, he hadn't moved against me. He had simply collapsed, resting his head on my chest until he fell into an exhausted sleep. “Natasha…” I froze, my heart leaping. My fingers stopped mid-air as I looked down, bracing for him to snap awake or lash out. But his eyes remained closed. He only shifted, burrowing his face between my breasts, using them as a comfortable pillow. I smiled,