ADRIAN POV
It's almost the end of the game. The bright screen flashes, and Harry's little fingers fly over the controller like he's been training for this moment his whole life. His tongue sticks out slightly in concentration, and the way his eyes light up with every move makes my heart twist.
"Yes! Daddy, look! I'm winning!" he squeals, jumping up as his character speeds past mine on the final lap.
I can't even pretend to care about losing. I'm too busy watching him, memorizing the way he laughs, the way his cheeks flush with excitement. I've only had him for three days, and already, I can't imagine life without him.
"Alright, alright," I chuckle, raising my hands in mock surrender. "You win, little man. Again. Are you sure you're not secretly training when I'm not looking?"
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