The city lights glowed outside the window as Kaelion sat quietly on the couch, his supersuit unzipped to his waist. Their 3-year-old son slept soundly on his chest, tiny fingers curled in Kaelion’s chest. She stood in the doorway, arms crossed. He looked up at her with that soft, rare smile—the one he only gave to them.. “He fell asleep mid-planet story,” he whispered.
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