In Thomas’s Chamber
The chamber was quiet except for the soft sound of Lyla’s laughter and her son’s little giggles. She sat on the bed, the child in her lap, holding his tiny hands as she leaned close to him.
“Say it again,” Lyla whispered, her eyes glowing with hope. “Say mama… mama…”
But baby Cassian only grinned, his red eyes sparkling mischievously before he blurted, “Papa!” and broke into a cascade of giggles.
Lyla’s shoulders fell, and she shook her head in playful frustration. “Nooo, not Papa. Mama. I’m your mama.”
Baby Cassian only laughed harder, his tiny fangs peeking out, and said again, “Papapapa!”
“Oh no…!” Lyla sighed dramatically, though her lips curved into a smile. “Why is it always Papa?”
At that moment, the door creaked open, and Thomas walked in. He looked exhau
