Ignoring a single bark from the puppy, he moved to the bed and gently kissed Evelyn's forehead.

The little girl stirred in her sleep, cuddling a pillow, her tiny, plump figure adorably curled up.

Leonel watched her with tender eyes, believing he could do this forever.

He mused if Waylen had felt similarly about his own children.

If he and Alexis were to have another child, Leonel found himself hoping for a boy-resilient and enduring, unlike Evelyn, who required constant nurturing.