Kael's POV
I put Raven on my bed, exactly in the middle, and placed the pillows as a barrier on the other side in case he moved around and fell off the bed.
Toff the lights, I lay on one side of the bed and covered both of us with the same bed-sized blanket. Somehow I couldn't stop staring at his small, innocent, beautiful, peaceful face. For how mature he acted, in the end he was still a child—a sweet one.
After so many years, I felt my lips curve into a gentle smile that came from my heart without me even realizing it was there. His presence felt just as soothing and fulfilling as finding water in a vast desert when you thought you were going to die of thirst.
As he was in the middle of the bed, he wasn't far from me. My hand hovered near his face, which looked so small in front of my large palm. But I couldn't hold back the urge to touch him, to caress that soft, chubby cheek of his.
I leaned a little closer and pecked his head. His hair smelled just like Eira's.
