Soren was settled on the dining table with Caelen and Eiran for breakfast.
"Daddy make me a bread," Eiran said looking at Soren's toast.
"How about I help you" Caelen gently brushed his hair.
"No I want daddy to make me one," Eiran insisted.
"Let me make you one," Soren stood up, "where is the soft bread?" He asked Caelen.
"It's in the upper cabinet," he pointed his finger to the kitchen shelves.
"Are we going out next year?" Eiran said looking at Soren excitedly, "Papa how long is a year?" He turned to Caelen.
"It's when your height would increase by four inches," Caelen said taking a bite of his toast.
"That's good, my teacher said I grow up fast." Eiran grabbed the bread Soren gave him and smiled.
Soren looked at both of them smiling. They are all that matters to me but how come I can't give them what they need. I hurt Caelen even before we met. And then with so called love I made him lose Zairan. As if his father's death wasn't enough.
