Dane's POV
Dream and I play the whole day, and now it's time to sleep. I lay him down on the bed, gently patting his head until his eyes begin to flutter shut.
"Papa, where's Dada?" he murmurs sleepily.
"He's gone out for some work," I whisper.
His tiny hands clutch my shirt, refusing to let go. "Papa, sleep with me."
I can't help but smile. "You're such a stubborn little boy," I say softly, lying down beside him. "Alright, let's sleep."
He curls into my chest, warm and small, his breathing soon turning calm and steady. I stroke his hair, watching the innocence on his face. He deserves warmth, love, a mother's care—something I can never give. But I'll Love him with everything I have.
My eyes slowly close, but then I hear the door creak open. Daniel steps inside, his expression soft, his smile gentle. Dream is still nestled against me, lost in peaceful sleep.