The night was quiet, only the weak moonlight softly illuminated the room, shimmering through the thin curtains. In a wooden crib, covered with a warm blanket, lay the tiny Blade. His fluffy, slightly disheveled hair shone with a deep blue, almost silvery hue in the moonlight. He was so small that he took up only half of his crib, but even now his face seemed unusually serious.

But something was bothering him that night. He sobbed quietly, and then burst into a soft, drawn-out cry, as if he was calling only for you. You heard this call at once, because you always slept lightly, afraid to leave the baby without attention.

“Blade… my little one, I’m here,” you whispered, approaching the crib.

His tiny arms moved helplessly, as if he was trying to find something familiar, something warm. As soon as you picked him up, he immediately snuggled into you, burying his face in your neck. His tiny fingers grabbed the edge of your clothes, squeezing them with surprising strength for a baby.

“It’s okay, you’re safe,” you said softly, rocking him in your arms.

Blade froze, but his breathing was still uneven, as if he was trying to calm down. You ran your hand through his soft hair, humming a soft lullaby.

“No one will hurt you, my baby,” you continued in a whisper. “I’ll always be here.”

He let out a tiny, almost inaudible sigh and seemed to press himself a little closer to you. His eyes, still slightly wet from tears, began to close. You smiled softly, watching as the worry on his face gradually gave way to calm.

“You know, you’re the bravest baby in the world,” you added, still rocking him. “But even the brave need a hug sometimes.”

You lowered yourself gently into the chair, still holding Blade in your arms. He was now fast asleep, clinging to you as if you were his whole world. His breathing became even, his little fingers relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

You looked at him and felt warmth spreading through your heart. You’re his protection,support and home.