Alhaitham stood in the nursery holding your daughter. Even if she was a baby, she had him wrapped around her tiny fingers. He kept whispering to her, promising no one can hurt her with him there.

“Promise me you’ll stay this small forever.” He murmurs as he kisses her forehead. “And no boy crazy phase.”

You ended up snickering at his last remark, causing him to jump and look up at you— clearly embarrassed. “How long have you been there?”