Dane's POV
I hold Dream's little hand and set him on my lap. "Skipping breakfast is a bad habit," I say gently.
He pouts. "Papa, I don't want to eat."
Daniel sits beside me, his calm presence always filling the space. "Dream, didn't you say you want to grow up and be like Papa?"
Dream's big eyes blink, curious. "I want to be."
"Then eat your breakfast," Daniel says with a teasing smile.
Dream nods quickly, his eyes sparkling. "I want to eat breakfast so I can grow up and be like Papa—beautiful!"
I can't help but laugh softly at his innocent words. This boy always melts my heart.
Suddenly, the door opens. Lucas walks in—he's not alone. Beside him stands Jimmy. My heart stirs. "Jimmy…"
Daniel stands, taking Dream from my lap. "Go meet him," he says.
I rise and walk quickly to Jimmy, my heart tight. "Jimmy, are you okay?"
Before he can answer, I wrap my arms around him and pull him into a tight hug. For a moment, everything around me fade...
