Sally's POV
"I love this place, mama," Warren whispers softly, gazing up at me with drowsy eyes as I run my fingers through his dark hair.
I smile down at him but stay quiet. Over the years, I've discovered this is his special time. These peaceful moments before sleep when his thoughts spill out freely. If I talk too much, he'll chatter away for hours with endless questions and random observations.
This gentle routine has become sacred to us. Some evenings I read stories until his eyelids flutter closed. Tonight, like many others, he wants the comfort of silence while he processes his day with my hand stroking his hair.
These are the only times I truly understand what's happening in his little mind. No rushing around, no distractions. Just quiet intimacy where his heart opens completely before dreams take over.
"Thank you for finding daddy. He's really cool," he murmurs through a yawn, his eyes drifting shut.
