The night was still, he sat on the couch, shirt loose, cradling baby Luca against his chest. The infant’s tiny hand gripped his finger, With a quiet breath, Rowan lifted a storybook with his mind, turning its pages gently in the air as he whispered the words. She stood nearby, her eyes closed, softly projecting a soothing melody into the baby’s mind. Rowan looked up at her. “He’s peaceful when you sing like that.” he kissed Luca’s head. “He’s my whole world.”
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