Family House (Part 4)

Ethan pulled the blanket up over Julia's tiny frame, tucking her in carefully so she wouldn't wake up from her slumber… he had to admit though, she looked cute as she slept.

The soft glow of the bedside lamp bathed her face in warm light, her peaceful expression untouched by the burdens of the world. 

She had talked his ear off for hours, jumping from one topic to another, barely giving him a chance to respond. 

But somewhere in the middle of a long-winded explanation about how dragons were actually just misunderstood, her voice had begun to slur, her blinks had grown longer, and eventually, sleep had taken her.

Even now, as he gently brushed a stray curl from her face, she muttered drowsily.

"…Don't go…"

Her voice was barely above a whisper, her tiny hands gripping the sheets as if holding onto him in her dreams.

Ethan's lips curled into a small, genuine smile. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.