Dane's POV
I sit on the edge of the bed, rubbing lotion over my skin. Ahh, it's so dry lately. The door opens, and Daniel steps in, carrying Dream in his arms.
Dream's eyes light up the moment he sees me. "Papa!" he calls out with a wide grin.
I smile back warmly. "Dream."
Daniel sets him down on the bed, and immediately the little boy starts bouncing up and down like an excited bunny. I can't help but laugh. "Dream, carefully—you might fall."
Daniel walks over and sits beside me. His gaze lingers on my hands. "What are you doing?"
"I'm just applying lotion," I reply softly. "My skin feels dry."
He reaches out, takes my hand in his, and presses a gentle kiss on my fingers. "I don't think it's dry," he murmurs against my skin. "It's so soft."
My face instantly heats up. "Daniel—show some shame! Dream is here."
He only smiles, playful and teasing.
Dream tugs at Daniel's sleeve and says in his sweetest voice, "Dada, I want to go shopping again."
