Mark affectionately touched Edwin's head and said, "Olivia will sleep in your room tonight."

Edwin had no objections. He was determined to care for his sister.

Mark leaned against the headboard and took a fairy tale book.

Olivia, on her own, crawled into Mark's arms, placing a foot on his abdomen and resting her face on his arm as her eyes drooped shut.

Mark lovingly tucked her in and looked at Edwin.

Awkwardly, Edwin said, "I'm not a little girl. I don't want bed time stories."

He then pulled the quilt and lay beside Mark.

However, as Mark began reading the fairy tale book, Edwin couldn't help but Listen, drawn in by Mark's captivating storytelling voice.

Edwin believed that this would surely work on his mother, just as it worked on his sister.

Olivia lay quietly in Mark's arms.

In the soft light, Mark appeared gentle.

After reading a page, he turned it gently with his slender fingers, the subtle sound luring them to sleep.

Gradually, Edwin drifted off to sleep, facing away from Mark with his face buried in the pillow.

Mark paused his reading, gazing silently at his son.

Olivia opened her eyes, taking in her father and then her brother.

After a moment, she handed the fairy tale book to her father and nestled back into his arms.

Mark smiled, kissed Olivia, and felt a rush of tenderness.

He imagined that Cecilia might have been just Like this when she was a child. Waylen probably couldn't help but adore his sister, much like Edwin and Olivia.

With school in the morning, Edwin couldn't actually care for Olivia.

Mark dimmed the lights and carried Olivia to his room, where she slept soundly, taking up a significant portion of the large bed.