Maya’s POVNico fell asleep halfway through the story.I noticed it not because he stirred or shifted, but because his breathing changed slowly, the kind of breathing that came from deep within the chest. His fingers loosened around the edge of the blanket, his lashes rested against his cheeks like they had given up the effort of staying open.I kept reading anyway.My voice softened on its own, sinking into the rhythm of the words, each sentence trailing gently into the next. The room felt smaller, warmer, wrapped in the hush that only came after a long, emotional day. The bedside lamp cast a golden glow across the walls, shadows stretching lazily across shelves and toys.When I reached the end of the page, I paused.Nico didn’t stir.I smiled to myself.Carefully, I closed the book and placed it back on the bedside table, adjusting the blanket around him, and smoothing it over his small chest. I tucked the edges the way he liked, tight enough to feel secure, loose enough to breathe.
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