Her Obsession (by Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 143

Sweet Dreams.

By the time I carry the plate back down the hallway, the house has gone quiet. I push Diego’s door open a little, but the moment I see him, I can’t help the smile that creeps up on me. He didn’t make it very far. The racecar bed is covered in toys, half still wrapped, half scattered, and right in the middle is Diego, asleep sideways, one little hand gripping a plastic dinosaur. His new pyjamas are bunched at the ankles, his hair still damp from the bath, and he looks so small against all that red and blue. I set the plate on his bedside table. He didn’t need the snack after all. Or maybe he just needed this more, a place to test without fear.

Connor’s footsteps are quiet behind me, but I feel him before I see him. He stops at my shoulder, gaze softening as he takes in the same sight. “He’s out cold,” he murmurs,

“Didn’t stand a chance,” I whisper back. “I guess he did have

big day.”

Connor chuckles quietly, the sound warm enough to make my chest ache. He reaches down and pulls the blanket over Diego’s small frame, his movements gentle, careful. Then he brushes a hand through the boy’s hair. It’s so natural, like he’s been doing it forever.

I stay there, leaning against the doorframe, watching the two of them. The light from the hallway spills over them in gold.

“He’ll sleep through the night,” Connor says softly. “He’s home now.”

Home. The word hits me in a way I don’t expect.

As we step back into the hall, I glance over my shoulder one last time. Diego’s curled on his side, toy still in hand, breathing deep and

even.

I pull the door mostly shut and stand there a moment, my hand on the knob. Maybe this is what life is supposed to feel like. Maybe this is the part I was always running toward without knowing it.

Connor catches my eye, and there’s no need for words. Just a shared understanding that we’ve crossed some invisible line tonight. The chaos, the blood, the fire, it can wait. For now, we just get to breathe.

Connor

The hallway is soft with shadows when Sage closes Diego’s door. She stands there for a second, hand still on the knob, her face caught between exhaustion and something lighter, something close to peace. I reach out and take her hand, threading my fingers through hers. She glances up, a little startled, but she doesn’t pull away.

“Come on,” I murmur. “Let’s eat before you fall over.”

The house is quiet as we move down the stairs, our footsteps echoing against the marble. In the kitchen, the lights are low, just the golden glow from under the cabinets and the wide windows that look out over the back acres. The new cabins are visible from here, half built, framed in moonlight and steady progress. Little pieces of a future falling into place. I start pulling things out of the fridge while Sage leans against the counter, watching me with that tired little smile that still hits me like a punch every time. She cuts bread, I heat up leftovers, and between the quiet clinks of plates and the hum of the refrigerator, it feels almost normal. Domestic. Something I never thought I’d have.

We sit across from each other at the island, plates steaming between us. Outside, the cabins gleam under the floodlights, neat rows of roofs taking shape. People, our people, are finally starting to settle. Ari and Matteo have been working with the builders, Liam and Nico have been running security, and Naomi’s already claimed the west cabin as her little kingdom. The structure for the medical building Winnie requested has its bones in place. Everything’s coming together. I glance at Sage. She’s staring out the window, her expression soft, a little distant. The moonlight turns her hair silver at the ends.

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Sweet Dreams.

“You see that?” I nod toward the cabins. “That’s what you built.”

She looks at me, brow furrowing. “Me?”

“Yeah, you,” I say quietly. “You brought everyone together, Ghost. Before you, it was just survival. Now it’s… a family.”

She blinks at that, and for a moment she doesn’t say anything. Just lets it settle in her chest like it’s too big to swallow.

I reach over and touch her wrist, tracing the edge of her hand with my thumb. “He’s a good kid,” I say, nodding toward the ceiling where Diego’s sleeping. “You did good with him today.”

Her eyes soften. “He’s been through so much. I just… want him to have a real life.”

“You gave him that,” I say. “You gave me that.”

The words hang there between us. After a moment, I push my empty plate away and lean back in my chair. “You know,” I start, my voice low, “Ma and Pa would love him.”

Her head tilts, curiosity flickering in her eyes.

“I was thinking,” I continue, “maybe when things calm down a little, we could take him to see them. Let him meet the family properly.”

Sage blinks, a little caught off guard. “You think they’d want that?”

I chuckle softly. “They’ll probably smother him. Ma’s been asking about him since the minute she found out. Said she wants to ‘fatten him up and teach him to make pasta.“”

That earns me a laugh.

I grin, resting my hand over hers again. “We’ll go soon. You, me, and the little guy. Let him see what family’s supposed to feel like.”

Her gaze drifts back to the window, to the cabins, the night sky, the beginnings of everything we’ve been fighting for, and she nods.

“Yeah,” she whispers. “I’d like that.”

Sitting there, in the quiet kitchen with her hand under mine, I realise this peace, this home, this woman, is exactly what I’ve been missing all my life. I finally have a family of my own. A big, messy, blended, crazy family, that is mine. All thanks to my girl. My Ghost.