Alhaitham stood in the nursery holding your son. Even if he was a baby, he had Haitham wrapped around his tiny fingers. He kept whispering to him, promising no one can hurt him if he was there.

“Promise me you’ll stay this small forever.” He murmurs as he kisses his forehead. “And no girl 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?”