Although his shoulder and arm were injured, and such movements caused a slight sting to his wounds, Justin Battleson didn't seem to care at all.
He carried Charlotte Thompson straight to the bed and gently placed her down, a tender gesture that stirred Charlotte slightly from her slumber.
Charlotte let out a faint hum, her eyelids half-closed as she hazily gazed at Justin before her.
"Hmm… Justin?" Charlotte mumbled sleepily.
Justin leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her forehead, then turned his head to whisper into her ear:
"Goodnight."
Finally, Justin glanced toward the door, stepped over to it, and noticed that it was slightly ajar.
As he opened the door, he was greeted by the sight of six little ones standing neatly in a row outside, their expressions mixed as they were caught red-handed.
Justin swept his gaze across the row of children and raised an eyebrow slightly. "What are you all standing here for?"
"Daddy, what a coincidence! You're out for a walk too?"
