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”Cyril?" Jesse muttered softly upon reaching the door of the nursery room. He placed his hands on the frames, his arm muscles flexing as he leaned forward. It was twenty-two thirty, four hours past the average time that Jesse would come home on a regular basis.
He wasn't surprised that the lights of the condo were still on but he was surprised that the nursery still carried the dim lighting; Jesse didn't need any more evidence to hypothesize his family's location.
He moved further into the room when he didn't get a response from the sleeping blonde. "Honey, you should come to bed." His voice was still soft, soothing. He placed his finger-tips on Cyril's back to scrape the fabric of his shirt. Jace was sleeping soundly and the last thing Jesse wanted to do was wake him.