Hale Mansion – Daniel's POV
I sat on the edge of the bed, gently patting my little son's head. His big, innocent eyes gazed up at me, full of a softness that always melted my heart.
"Dada," he whispered, "I want a mommy."
I smiled faintly, brushing a strand of his soft hair aside. "Dream, isn't dada enough for you?"
His lips pouted. "But, dada… all my friends have mommies. They laugh at me, they say I don't. I want a mommy. Please, buy me one."
A chuckle escaped me at his innocence. I pinched his little cheek and shook my head. "Dream, we can't buy mommies."
"Then how do we get one?" he asked with a seriousness only children could carry.
"For that," I said, "dada would need to marry first."
His eyes lit up, his whole face glowing with excitement. "Then do it, dada! Do marriage!"
I looked at my stubborn little son, suppressing another laugh. "Dream… what if, instead of a mommy, I got you a papa?"
He blinked at me, confused. "But I already have a dada. I want a mommy."
