It was not a big room, but it was very cozy, and the pattern of the beddings was also something that a young boy would like. Looking around the room, Elissa guessed that all these things were probably things that Raphael would have dreamed of having when he was a child, and now, he had arranged them for Brantley.

Without a word, she turned around and went back to her bedroom.

At the sight of his new room, Brantley was very excited at first, but then, his face fell again upon seeing Elissa walk away without saying anything. “What's up, young man?" Raphael asked, caressing his head affectionately. “Come on, keep your chin up. You can't be as weak as this if you really want to be my boy."

Brantley blushed when he heard this.

"You are not my daddy!" he suddenly yelled at Raphael, still blushing.