My Possessive Vampire King
Jacob, with his bright eyes still sparkling from the day's adventures, eagerly climbed into bed, his father's strong hands tucking the covers snugly around him.
"Sleep well, my brave young prince," Christian murmured, his voice a gentle lullaby. "May your dreams be filled with magic and joy, just as you bring magic and joy to our lives."
Mary knelt beside Jacob, her tender touch brushing a lock of hair from his forehead as she placed a soft kiss. "Goodnight, my precious Jacob," she whispered, her voice a melodic caress. "May the night embrace you in its gentle embrace, knowing that you are cherished beyond words."
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