Alina's POV
I tucked the blanket around Leo’s shoulders, smoothing it down as he yawned widely.
“Sleep” I whispered patting his hair gently.
His eyelids were already drooping, but he fought against sleep the way he always did.
“Mama, I want a blue backpack,” he mumbled, his words slurring together.
“With rockets on it. Or maybe spiderman. Do they make backpacks with both?”
“I’m sure we can find one with both,” I whispered, brushing his curls back from his forehead.
“And a lunchbox that matches. Like the one in the television with superheroes, but mine should have rockets and spiderman too.” His eyes fluttered closed, then snapped open again.
“And pencils. The good kind that don’t break.”
“We’ll get you everything you need.” I coaxed in a gently voice.
“The teacher will like
