Lucas smiled at the small expression on his daughter's face. Even though Viona's eyes remained shut, the corners of her tiny lips lifted slightly. As if she could feel the warmth of his kiss and welcomed it with joy. That little smile in the middle of her sleep warmed Lucas's heart.
"Sweet dreams, sweetheart," he whispered again, this time even softer.
He adjusted her blanket once more, making sure the little body was comfortably tucked in. He stared at his daughter again. Just for a few seconds, but for Lucas, time seemed to slow down. In that moment, he realized one thing, nothing in his life mattered more than making sure this little girl grew up surrounded by love, safe, and never lacking warm hugs from those who truly loved her.
With quiet steps, Lucas left Viona's room, but his heart remained there, with the soft giggles, tiny smiles, and the heartbeat of a baby who had become the center of his world. Lucas had fallen in love with Viona, even though she wasn't his by blood.
