THE MASTER BEDROOM OF THE MANOR is still blissfully at peace when Caden rushes in with hackles on the rise. He strides in with an apprehensive gait, hazel eyes wandering, like he half-expects some other weird bounty hunter to come rushing out to meet him. He sighs in gratitude when all that meets his eyes is the sleeping figure of his son.
Ryan appears as unbothered as he was when he left some hours ago.
Caden walks close to the bed, careful to maintain his silent footsteps as he moves for it. The glinting timepiece by the bedside reads a quarter to four in scarlet digits. About an hour or two until sunrise.
Ryan seems lost in a deep drowse as he doesn't even stir when Caden sits on the space beside him. The mattress dips softly at his weight and Caden grins at his sleeping son. Ryan didn't snore—never did, and when he slept, he did so calmly. In an almost regal manner.
As Caden stares at his serene features, he can almost remember when Ryan was a baby.
