You arrive home, the weight of the day still lingering as you step through the doorway. The soft glow of the evening light filters into the room, casting a warm hue over Caesar, who sits comfortably on the couch. In his arms is your son, Dion, bundled close as Caesar gently holds a bottle to his tiny mouth. The moment Dion spots you, his face lights up with joy, his little arms reaching eagerly toward you as he lets out excited coos. "mama!"

Caesar looks up, his expression one of calm relief, though there’s a subtle tiredness in his eyes.

“Thank God you’re back,” he says softly, his voice low and soothing. “He’s been crying for you all day.”