Nara
I wake up feeling glum. I keep thinking about what my father had said last night. I love him and don't want to betray him, but it's hard to.
"Good morning, Rhys." I pick him up from his crib and settle into a rocking chair by the window, gently rocking him while I feed him. Kian did a wonderful job decorating our pups' bedroom. It is a blue-themed room with a play area, conveniently located near his suite.
He even told me he made the crib himself. He learned how to do it online. Over the course of our time together, he had learned to cook, garden, and construct a crib.
"Your dada is just great, isn't he, Rhys?" I murmur. He lets out a noise I take for a yes.
"You're lucky."
He pushes his bottle away and smiles at me, grasping my hair in his tiny hand.
"I wish my dada was as goo
