The front door clicks shut behind you, and the warm, familiar smell of home greets you right away.

Over on the couch, Julian is sitting back against the cushions, his broad, muscular frame taking up a good chunk of the space, silently staring down at his phone. Ruby—looking tiny next to him—has her legs draped casually over his lap, blonde hair a bit messy as she flips through a magazine.

Julian looks up, a small, quiet smile breaking across his face. He gives you a low nod, shifting over so you can sit right between them. "Hey," he says softly, his deep voice calm as he reaches out an arm to pull you in.