Oliver was already in his pajamas when Axel walked into his room. The little boy's face brightened instantly, and his small feet kicked excitedly against the blanket.
"Daddy! You're here... I thought you were having dinner with mommy?" Oliver grinned from ear to ear, his dimples showing.
Axel's chest softened at the greeting. He sat on the edge of the bed. "Of course I'm here. We're done taking out dinner. Ready to sleep?"
"Yes," Oliver nodded eagerly, tugging at his blanket. "But I'm not sleepy yet."
Axel raised a brow, though a smile tugged at his lips. "Not sleepy? You're supposed to be sleeping now, right?" He glanced at his watch; it's almost eight.
"Mommy usually reads me a book before I sleep."
"Read you a book?"
"Yes! This one!" Oliver jumped out of bed, opened the drawer next to it, and grabbed a colorful hardcover book with both hands, showing it to Axel.
