Vivienne’s POVMaximilian yawned big, his tiny eyes already heavy with sleep, but his small body still tried to sit straight next to me on the couch. The room lights were low, giving a soft light that made the place feel nicer than two hours b͏ack when the stress between Julian and Ophelia still hung like a storm that would not go away.I ran my hand in Maximilian's smooth brown hair, feeling the light strands go between them, trying to ease myself with a simple move I used to do easily.“Dear, it's late. Let's go to bed, okay?” I said soft, keeping my voice gentle as possible so I don't push him too hard.He quickly moved his head, really strong for a kid so little, his lips sticking out like a boy trying not to complain. “No. The dad isn’t here yet.”The reply was easy, yet it still made my heart feel tight. I looked at his face for some seconds, noticing the clear tiredness in his eyes, but also a tiny will that wouldn’t back down.
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