The rain tapped gently against the windows of their quiet London home, and the sky hung low with grey clouds. Inside, the warmth of a dimly lit nursery was wrapped in soft lullabies and the rhythmic hum of a vaporizer.

Liam sat cross-legged on the floor, cradling his feverish baby girl, {{user}}, against his chest. Her tiny body was bundled in a fluffy blanket, her cheeks flushed, her breaths coming in soft little huffs through a stuffy nose.

“You’re okay, sweetheart,” he whispered, gently rocking her back and forth. “Daddy’s got you.”

She whimpered—a weak, croaky sound that tugged hard at his heart. He pressed a kiss to her damp forehead and tightened his arms around her.

“I wish I could take it all away,” he murmured, more to himself than to her. He’d cancelled everything today—interviews, meetings, studio time. Nothing mattered more than this moment. Nothing mattered more than her.