Dane's POV:
"Dream, I'm tired. I can't play anymore."
He jumps on the bed with a giggle. "No, Papa! I want to play more!"
I sigh, smiling faintly. This little kid is too energetic for his own good. Suddenly, a low voice whispers against my ear.
"I'm energetic too."
I jolt, turning around. Daniel stands behind me, smiling mischievously.
"You scared me," I mutter. "When did you come?"
"Just now," he says, cupping my cheeks and squeezing them softly. "Are you tired?"
I nod. "Yup."
Dream grins. "Dada!"
Daniel looks down at him with affection as Dream runs straight into his arms. Daniel lifts him easily and plants a kiss on his temple. The moment feels warm—until the door opens.
Lucas steps inside. "Good afternoon, Mr. Dane."
I smile. "Good afternoon."
"Mr. Dane, are you ready?" he asks.
I blink, confused. "Ready for what?"
Daniel answers instead. "Jimmy wants to meet you, so Lucas will take you to him."
I smile softly. "Alright."
