The apartment was quiet, the city lights of Florence glowing softly through Liam’s window as Adrian pulled the blanket up to his son’s chin.
Liam blinked sleepily, a small hand reaching up to touch Adrian’s cheek.
“Papa,” Liam whispered, his voice heavy with sleep, “will you be here when I wake up?”
Adrian’s chest tightened, his hand gently brushing through Liam’s dark hair.
“Yes,” Adrian whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Liam’s forehead. “I’ll be here.”
Liam’s lips curved into a sleepy smile before his breathing evened out, drifting into dreams.
Adrian stood there for a moment, just watching his son, letting the reality settle into his bones:
He had a son. And he loved him.
The Balcony Confession
Bella was on the balcony again, hugging herself as the cool night air
