𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝙼𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓽𝔂

⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙♡☼⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙

The house was peaceful as the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting a soft golden light through the large windows. I sat back on the couch, gazing around the room at my family. Hazel, my baby girl, was sleeping soundly on the couch beside me, her little hand curled in a soft fist. The quiet hum of the air conditioning filled the room, but it was the kind of silence that made everything feel serene — like we were in our own world, away from everything else.

Alessio was sprawled out on the floor, completely immersed in his latest creation. Toy cars and blocks littered the ground, forming an elaborate race track that twisted and turned in every direction. He was completely focused, his tongue poking out slightly in concentration as he made sure everything was just right.

I couldn't help but smile as I watched him. He was growing so fast, already so full of energy and creativity. The little boy who once needed me to help him build was now crafting his own little universe, his imagination running wild.

"Daddy, look!" Alessio called, breaking me from my thoughts. "Look how high my ramp goes! My cars are going to fly!"

I raised an eyebrow and stood up, walking over to where he sat. "Impressive, son. But let's see if it works in practice," I said, bending down to eye the ramp.

"Of course it's going to work!" he grinned, completely confident in his creation. "Just watch!"

I crouched down next to him, eyeing the track he'd built. It was a thing of chaos and brilliance — blocks stacked high, the cars speeding down a twist of turns. I couldn't even figure out how it was supposed to work, but if Alessio believed in it, so did I.

"Alright, alright," I said, trying to act like I was seriously considering the ramp. "Let's see if you can beat me."

Alessio's eyes lit up, and he grabbed one of the cars. "I'm gonna win, Dad!"

I chuckled and grabbed my own car. "We'll see about that."

As I leaned in to race, I heard the soft shuffle of footsteps behind me. Rosaline walked into the room, her eyes immediately softening as she looked over at our son. Hazel was still peacefully asleep in her arms, her tiny fingers curled around her mother's shirt.