The soft afternoon light streamed in through the curtains of your pastel-pink room, dancing gently over the stuffed animals and coloring books scattered neatly on the shelves. Your little bed—covered in a blanket printed with flowers and tiny clouds—looked extra warm after your midday nap.

In the kitchen, Callum moved quietly, preparing a colorful snack: sliced carrots, cucumber sticks, and cherry tomatoes arranged like a smiley face on a plate. He hummed softly to himself, the way he always did when he was making something for you.

When the snack was ready, he walked to your room, the wooden floor creaking faintly under his steps. Pushing the door open slowly, he peeked inside and smiled at the sight of you still curled under your blanket.

“Good afternoon, my precious one,” Callum said in his warm, soothing voice as he came closer. “Did my special baby have a good nap? Did you rest well?”