5th November, 2022 - Los Angeles, California
Lux awakes with a whimper, her small frame shifting beneath the warm nest of her blankets. The faint glow of the nightlight illuminated her room, casting soft shadows on the walls as her breathing grew uneven.
She quickly began to realise just how awful she felt.
Her throat was dry, scratchy, and aching, and her body felt strangely hot and cold at the same time. Her head throbbed, and even in her half-asleep state, she was aware that something was wrong. The sensation of vulnerability clawed at her, making her whimper again, a little louder this time.
It hadn't been this bad during the previous day (the worst she'd endured being a stuffy nose and a small headache) but the night seemed to intensify everything and now she felt like she was drowning in the discomfort. Lux sniffled, her nose feeling completely blocked as tears began to pool in her eyes.
With a final, stuffy sniff, she forced herself out of her bed. Her limbs felt like lead, and her head swam with dizziness, but the desperate need for comfort drove her to take a hesitant step forward.
Slowly, she shuffles out of her room and down the hall.
Her breath hitched with every sniffle, her throat aching worse with each attempt to swallow. Tears rolled silently down her cheeks, blurring her vision as she finally reached the doorway to the mens room. Lux hesitated for a moment, her hand gripping the doorframe for balance. Her heart pounded in her chest, the vulnerability clawing at her once more. She wanted to be brave, but right now, she didn't feel brave at all.
With a small, shaky hand, she reached out and pushed the door open before taking a little step inside.
The room was almost pitch black since the men didn't have a nightlight like she did but the faint glow of moonlight, slivering in through the gap in the curtains illuminated the room just enough for her to see.
Through the darkness and blur of her tears, she could just about make out the two figures of Vincent and Sebastian tangled together under the covers as they slept soundly.
Her lips trembled as she stood there, clutching the fabric of her pyjama top in one tiny fist.
She wanted to call out for them, but her throat was so raw, and her voice came out as a small croak when she tried. Instead, another soft whimper escaped her lips, cutting through the silence of the room.
Vincent stirred first, his head shifting slightly on the pillow as he became vaguely aware of a sound. His protective instincts, from years of caring for littles, kicked in almost immediately. His eyes cracked open, and even in the dim light, he could see the faint outline of Lux standing in the doorway.
"Lux?" His voice was low and groggy but instantly laced with concern. He sat up slowly, careful not to disturb Sebastian beside him. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"
That was all it took to break the dam. A small sob slipped from Lux's lips as she took an unsteady step closer, her shoulders shaking. "I... I don't feel good," she whispered, her voice hoarse and broken.
Vincent was out of bed in a heartbeat, the covers falling away as he crossed the room to her. He crouched down, his large hands gently settling on her trembling shoulders. Even in the faint light, he could see her tear-streaked cheeks and the glassy shine in her eyes. His heart twisted painfully at the sight.
"Oh, sweetheart," Vincent murmured softly, pulling Lux into his arms without hesitation. Her small frame practically melted against him, her tiny fists clutching at his shirt as though she was afraid to let go. He could feel the heat radiating off her, confirming his suspicions that she might have a fever. "Shh, I've got you. It's okay. You're okay now."
The movement stirred Sebastian awake, his deep voice rumbling groggily. "What's going on?" he asked, sitting up and squinting into the dim light.
"Lux isn't feeling well," Vincent explained quietly, cradling the girl closer. "She's burning up."
Sebastian was instantly alert, his sleepiness fading as he slid out of bed and flicked on the small lamp on their nightstand. The warm glow illuminated Lux's flushed cheeks, the tear tracks glistening on her flushed skin.
She looked utterly miserable.
In a few quick strides, he stood next to Vincent and Lux, a large hand on his little girl's back.
"Poor thing," he murmured softly, brushing her damp hair away from her forehead. "She's really burning up."
Lux whimpered, burying her face in Vincent's chest as tears continued to streak her cheeks. "Hurts," she rasped, her tiny voice muffled against him.
Vincent rubbed her back soothingly, his voice calm and steady. "I know, sweetheart. I know it hurts. Papa and daddy are going to make it better, okay?"
Sebastian nodded, already moving to action. "I'll grab the thermometer and some medicine," he said, his tone efficient but gentle.
Vincent stood, cradling Lux against his chest as though she were a feather. Her head lolled against his shoulder, her hot tears dampening the fabric of his shirt. "I'll take her to the bathroom," he said. "gonna try cool her down a little with some water"
Sebastian was already halfway out the door, his strides purposeful. "I'll be right back," he called over his shoulder.
Vincent carried Lux into the bathroom, turning on the light and squinting against the sudden brightness. He adjusted her slightly, keeping her close as he used one hand to turn on the tap, letting cool water flow into the sink.
"Too bright," she murmured, her voice hoarse and cracked.
"Shh, I know, sweetheart," Vincent said softly, reaching over to dim the bathroom light as much as possible. "Better?"
Lux gave a tiny nod, her movements sluggish. Vincent wet a soft washcloth with cool water and began gently dabbing it over her flushed cheeks and forehead. She flinched slightly at the coolness but quickly settled, her breaths coming in soft, uneven puffs.
"Good girl," Vincent murmured, his voice low and soothing. "You're being so brave, sweetheart. Papa's so proud of you."
Sebastian returned moments later, carrying a small digital thermometer, a bottle of Tylenol.
"Here we go," Sebastian said softly as he entered the bathroom, his eyes flicking immediately to Lux's fragile form nestled in Vincent's arms. He set the items down on the counter and stood beside them. "Let's check your temperature, sweetheart, and then we'll give you some medicine to help you feel better."
Lux stirred slightly at the sound of his voice but made no effort to move away from Vincent's comforting embrace.
Sebastian held up the thermometer, his deep voice as soothing as ever. "This will just take a few seconds, okay? Can you be a good girl for me and turn your head so I can reach you ear, little love?"
Lux hesitated for a moment, her glassy eyes flicking to Sebastian, before turning her head just enough for him to gently slip the tip go the thermometer into her ear cannel.
She sniffled, her tears slowing as she clung to the security of Vincent's arms.
"Good girl," Sebastian murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her damp forehead. The thermometer beeped quietly, and Sebastian pulled it out, his brow furrowing as he read the display.
"103.7," He muttered, his tone laced with concern. He met Vincent's gaze. "She's definitely running a fever."
(39.9 in celcius)
Vincent's jaw tightened slightly, though his voice remained calm as he shifted Lux closer. "Okay. Let's get the Tylenol in her and then see if we can get her back to bed."
Sebastian nodded, unscrewing the cap of the medicine bottle and measuring out a small dose. He crouched beside Lux again, holding the small cup out to her. "Here you go, sweetheart," he said gently. "Just a quick sip. It'll help make you feel better."
Lux blinked blearily at the cup, her small face scrunching up in distaste. "Don't wanna," she mumbled, her voice barely audible.
"I know, sweet girl," Vincent murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. "But it'll help with the hurt, I promise. Just one little sip, and then you can rest again."
Lux hesitated, her lips trembling as another tear slipped down her cheek. But Vincent's steady voice and Sebastian's gentle patience seemed to soothe her enough to comply. She opened her mouth, allowing Sebastian to carefully tip the medicine in. She made a small face at the taste, but Vincent was quick to praise her.
"That's my brave girl," he said, his voice warm and full of pride. "All done. You did so well, sweetheart."
Lux relaxed slightly, her head lolling against Vincent's chest once more as her body sagged with exhaustion. Sebastian stood, capping the medicine bottle and rinsing the small cup before turning back to them. "Let's get her back to bed," he suggested softly, his gaze lingering on Lux's flushed face.
"Sleep with you?" Lux asked quietly, looking up at the men with pleading eyes.
Vincent and Sebastian exchanged a quick glance, their expressions softening immediately at Lux's quiet, vulnerable request. Neither of them hesitated.
"Of course, sweetheart," Vincent murmured, his hand smoothing over her back in soothing circles. "You can sleep with us tonight."
Sebastian stepped forward, gently brushing a tear-streaked strand of hair away from Lux's face. "We'll keep you close, little love," he promised softly.
Vincent shifted her slightly in his arms to make sure she was as comfortable as possible before heading out of the bathroom and back over to their large bed.
Lux clung to him like a lifeline the whole time, her small thumb slipping into her mouth at a last attempt to self soothe.
Sebastian trailed behind them, his presence calm and steady as always.
Vincent sat down on the edge of the bed, cradling Lux close for a moment longer before gently laying her down on one of the many soft pillows they had.
Sebastian climbed into bed on the other side, taking a seat beside her small body.
"Let's get that thumb out of your mouth sweetheart, that's icky" He murmured. "I'll get you your binky if you need, hm?"
Lux sniffled softly, her thumb still in her mouth despite Sebastian's gentle words. Her body felt too tired to fight it, and the comforting warmth of the bed and the men surrounding her made her want to hold on to whatever small solace she could find.
Sebastian's soft tone broke through the fog in her mind. "You can have your binky if you need it, sweetheart," he reassured her, his voice as calming as always. "But let's try without the thumb, okay? We don't want your hands getting all icky."
Lux hesitated for a moment, the thumb slipping from her mouth as her tired eyes met his. Sebastian reached over to the nightstand grabbing a small lavender pacifier.
He held it gently in front of her, the soft rubber tip glowing faintly in the dim light. Lux's tired eyes fluttered as she gazed at the pacifier, her small fingers instinctively reaching for it.
Sebastian smiled softly, guiding the pacifier to her lips. "Here you go, sweet girl. Just a little something to help you sleep, okay?"
Lux didn't protest. Her tired eyes closed as she took the pacifier in her mouth, her small hands still gripping Vincent's shirt. A deep sigh escaped her as she settled back against the pillow, her body sinking into the warmth and safety of the bed.
Vincent brushed a hand over her hair, his touch gentle and soothing as he kissed her forehead. "You're doing so well, baby," he whispered, his voice a comforting hum in the quiet room. "We've got you."
Sebastian, now lying beside them, reached over and tucked a blanket around Lux's small form, making sure she was cozy and safe. He placed a hand over her stomach, feeling the slight rise and fall of her breaths. "Sleep tight, little one," he murmured. "We'll take care of everything."
Lux's small frame trembled for a moment before she relaxed, the feverish heat still present but softened by the comfort of being surrounded by the two men who cared for her so deeply. She clutched Vincent's shirt with one hand, the pacifier gently resting between her lips as she slowly drifted into a much-needed sleep.
Vincent and Sebastian exchanged a quiet, knowing look. She was definitely slipping a bit right now.
"Let her rest," Vincent whispered, his voice soft as he leaned back against the headboard.
Sebastian nodded, his own gaze softening as he watched Lux sleep.
The room fell into a peaceful silence, save for the soft sound of Lux's breathing. The night stretched on, and the world outside seemed far away and any challenges that the morning would bring was a problem for later.
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It was 10:47am and Vincent laid in bed the young girl cuddled to his side as they watched an episode of Strawberry Shortcake on the large flatscreen TV which was mounted on the wall. Vincent was watching Lux more than anything though.
Sebastian had left a few hours ago to take August on a little daddy-son date since they wanted August out of the house and away from the germs. The boy had an awful immune system and the last thing they wanted was two sick and fussy littles.
Lux stirred slightly, her small body curling further into Vincent's side as the familiar jingles of Strawberry Shortcake filled the room. Her fever had gone down a little thanks to the medicine and the cool compresses through the night, but she was still clammy and lethargic, her movements slow and careful.
Vincent's hand rested gently on her back, his fingers occasionally running up and down in soothing strokes. He could feel the heat still radiating from her small frame, but at least she wasn't trembling or crying anymore. Her head was resting on his chest and she still had the pacifier from earlier in her mouth.
"You doing okay, babe?" Vincent asks, his voice gentle and soothing as if he was talking to a much younger child.
Lux gave a small nod, her tired still focused on the TV. The pacifier bobbed slightly in her mouth as she mumbled something incoherent. Vincent leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair away from her flushed face. "What was that, sweetheart?" he asked softly.
"Thirsty," she murmured, her voice muffled around the pacifier.
"Alright, angel," Vincent said, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Papa's got you. I'll get you a drink." He carefully shifted her off his chest and onto the bed, making sure she was propped up against the fluffy pillows. Lux whimpered softly at the loss of contact, her tiny hands reaching for him instinctively.
"I'm not going far, sweetheart," Vincent reassured her, his hand gently brushing over hers. "Just getting you something to drink, okay? Stay right here like a good girl."
Lux nodded hesitantly, her eyes flicking to Vincent as if checking for approval. He gave her an encouraging smile, reaching over to gently tuck the blanket around her shoulders. "That's my girl," he murmured.
Vincent stood and made his way to the adjoining bathroom, grabbing a small sippy cup from the counter. He filled it with cool water, knowing it would soothe Lux's sore throat without being too cold. He screwed the lid on securely before returning to the bed.
As he returned to the bed, he noticed Lux's eyes following him, her small face still flushed from the fever. She relaxed slightly when he sat down beside her, the sippy cup in hand.
"Here you go, sweetheart," Vincent said gently, holding the cup out to her and gently taking the pacifier from her. Lux reached for it with trembling hands, but her grip was weak. He quickly adjusted, his large hands gently guiding hers to hold the cup properly. "Oh you're really not feeling good, huh?" He says, his tone sympathetic.
Lux pressed the spout of the sippy cup to her lips, taking small, tentative sips. The cool water seemed to bring her some relief, and she let out a soft sigh, leaning heavily against Vincent's arm. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as she rested her cheek against his shoulder, reaching back over for the pacifier.
Vincent placed the pacifier gently back into Lux's waiting mouth, watching as her small lips closed around it. Usually, he'd never let her have it this much but the circumstances were different right now and he knew it was bringing her comfort.
He settles back into the bed, allowing Lux to snuggle up right next to him as she continues to watch the colourful figures on the TV.
"You're being so brave, baby," Vincent murmured, brushing his fingers through her soft hair. He pressed another kiss to the top of her head, his lips lingering as if the action could somehow draw away her discomfort. "Papa's so proud of you."
Lux sighed softly, her body sinking further into his warmth. She hadn't felt this fragile in a long time, and while part of her wanted to fight against the childish regression creeping in, but the safety she felt in Vincent's arms outweighed her hesitation.
The quiet morning passed in a haze of comfort and care. Lux remained curled up against Vincent's side, the TV providing a soothing backdrop of colorful adventures and cheerful jingles. Vincent was hyperaware of her every little shift, every soft sigh or sniffle. He didn't mind staying in bed all morning if that's what she needed; her comfort and healing were his top priority.
At some point, Lux dozed off again, her small body succumbing to the exhaustion that came with being sick. Vincent stayed perfectly still, letting her sleep, his own heart aching at how vulnerable she seemed.
By the time she stirred again, it was nearing lunchtime. Vincent had sent Sebastian a quick text earlier, letting him know how things were going, and had been assured that they wouldn't be back for a few more hours. It was just him and Lux for now, and that was perfectly fine.
Lux shifted slightly, her eyes fluttering open. She blinked slowly, her gaze a little clearer now but still foggy from sleep and fever. The pacifier remained in her mouth as she looked up at Vincent, her expression one of quiet dependence. He smiled softly down at her, brushing her hair back again.
"Hey there, sleepyhead," he murmured.
"Papa" Lux whispers, cuddling closer to the man.
Vincent's heart melted at the sound of her small voice and the way she clung to him, her fever-bright eyes gazing up at him with so much trust. He adjusted his position slightly, pulling the blanket snugly around her and settling her more comfortably against his chest.
"Hey, sweetheart," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "How's my brave girl feeling now?"
"Icky a bit still" She says softly.
Vincent smiled gently, his hand running soothing circles on Lux's back. "I know, angel," he coed softly. "You're still fighting off those nasty germs, but you're doing so well."
Lux gave a small nod, her thumb brushing against her pacifier as she nestled further into his chest. She still felt weak and achy, but being wrapped in Vincent's warm embrace made the heaviness of being sick feel just a little lighter.
"Do you think you can eat a little something?" Vincent asked, his voice tender. "Maybe just a bit of soup or some crackers?"
Lux hesitated, her face scrunching up in thought. "Mmm... not hungry much," she mumbled around the pacifier.
Vincent nodded, not wanting to push her. "That's okay, baby," he reassured her. "How about just a little sip of juice later? It'll help keep your tummy happy, even if you don't want food just yet."
Lux murmured a soft "Okay," her fingers clutching at his shirt. She seemed reluctant to even think about letting go of him, her small frame sinking against him like he was the only anchor in her world.
Vincent reaches over, grabbing one of the sippy cups from his nightstand which was three quarters filled with orange juice from a few hours ago. He holds it up to Lux's lips, coaxing her into taking a small sip - which she does.
"Good girl" He coos, watching as she takes a few small sips before releasing the little rubber straw from her mouth.
"Do you wanna watch some more Strawberry Shortcake, or maybe take a little walk to the playroom later?" Vincent asked, keeping his voice light and calm as he traced soothing patterns along her back.
Lux shook her head, her tired voice muffled by the pacifier. "Wanna stay with Papa..."
Vincent's chest ached at how small she sounded, her voice trembling with the vulnerability of someone so regressed. "Alright, sweetheart. We'll stay right here," he promised, holding her closer. "Just you and Papa. I'm not going anywhere."
The reassurance seemed to settle her, and she let out a small sigh, her body relaxing once more. Vincent gently stroked her hair, his heart full of warmth and protectiveness as he watched her tiny chest rise and fall with each breath.
"Maybe you'd like a little bath though, sweetheart?" He suggests. "It'll help you feel all fresh and clean."
Lux pauses for a few moments, her drowsy mind considering the offer. "Bath with papa?"
Vincent glances down at her, his hand pausing the gentle rubbing motion on her back for a second before starting again. "With papa? You want to bath with me, baby?"
Lux's tired eyes fluttered a bit, her gaze soft and unfocused. She slowly nodded, her tiny hands reaching for the security of Vincent's shirt again. "With papa," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.
Vincent nodded softly, thinking over the idea. The idea of doing something so intimate in such an innocent way with his little girl was incredibly appealing but also slightly nerve wracking. He'd bathed and showered with August countless times before but then again, August was a boy. Was it different because Lux was a girl?
He knew that there was absolutely no sexual or romantic implications behind the it but he couldn't ignore the fine line he walked when it came to taking care of her in such a personal way.
He couldn't help but feel very protective, making sure everything remained safe and appropriate for her delicate state.
He smiled softly, brushing a lock of hair away from her forehead, and nodded. "Okay, sweetheart. We'll do that. A warm bath with Papa to make you feel all better, alright?"
Lux nods softly.
"Or perhaps a shower, yeah? Might be a little bit quicker for you."
Lux nods again, not really caring whether it was a bath or shower. She just wanted to be close to her papa.
Vincent smiled gently, his heart swelling with affection and tenderness. He could tell that Lux just needed reassurance, comfort, and safety. The idea of a shower seemed easier to manage for her condition, and it would be quicker, allowing her to rest again afterward.
"Alright, sweet girl," he murmured, brushing another kiss to her forehead. "Let's get you cleaned up, and then you can rest some more. We'll make sure you're nice and cozy afterward."
Lux made a soft, contented sound, still clutching at his shirt. He gently helped her sit up, her tiny body still weak, her movements sluggish. Vincent slid off the bed first before gently lifting Lux up into his arms and carrying her into the ensuite bathroom.
Vincent carefully set Lux down on the bathroom counter, keeping a firm but gentle grip on her as he adjusted the temperature of the shower. The warm water steamed up the room, filling the air with a soft, comforting haze. Lux blinked slowly, her drowsy eyes watching him with trust as he helped her remove her pyjamas. He also took the pacifier out of her mouth and set it on the counter.
Once Lux was undressed, he started work on himself; removing his joggers and T-shirt though he kept his boxers on. He couldn't deny that he too was in need of a shower, having spent the whole night cuddled up with a very warm and sweaty little girl.
Vincent adjusted the water temperature, testing it carefully with his hand to ensure it was just the right warmth for them. Usually, he liked his showers scorching hot but that definitely wasn't what Lux needed right now. She didn't seem fully aware of her surroundings, just instinctively trusting Vincent to take care of everything.
"Alright, baby," he murmured, lifting her carefully and guiding her under the steady stream of water. The warm water cascaded over both of them, filling the bathroom with soft steam and the gentle sound of droplets. Vincent kept his hands steady on her, supporting her with one arm while he reached for a gentle body wash. He poured a small amount into his hand, lathering it before carefully washing her body, his motions slow and soothing, making sure she felt as comfortable as possible.
Lux's head rested against his chest, her small frame feeling so fragile against his body. Vincent couldn't help but smile softly at how much comfort he brought her, even in this intimate moment. She was so vulnerable, so small in his arms, yet she had given herself completely over to him. It was a bond, he realized, that had grown over timeâa trust that went deeper than anything he'd ever experienced before.
"Papa?" Lux asks, looking up at him.
Vincent glances down. "Hmm?"
"I wash papa?"
He chuckles, running a hand through her now wet hair. Even when she was so sick, she was still so desperate to be a little helper.
"You want to wash papa, huh? Like how I'm washing you?" He asks.
"Yes please," she whispered softly, her voice still faint from her fever but filled with the sweetness of her intent.
Vincent smiled warmly, touched by her desire to be helpful, even in her fragile state. "Okay, sweetheart," he murmured, setting Lux down onto the floor of the shower and kneeling down infant of her so she could have better access to his body.
"You can help me, but remember, you have to be gentle and take it easy, okay? You're still not feeling well."
Lux nodded, her tiny hands trembling a little as she grasped the sponge he'd handed her and began to gently run it over Vincent's chest.
The movements were slow, uncertain, but filled with a soft sense of pride. She wasn't fully aware of the weight of the moment, but her actions were so pure, so innocent. Vincent let her take her time, enjoying the connection between them, the quiet intimacy that came with caring for her in such a vulnerable, tender way.
"Good job, angel," Vincent praised softly, his voice full of affection as he placed his hand over hers, guiding her through the motions. "I'm so proud of you."
Lux gave a small, contented sigh, her fingers continuing to trace the soap over his skin. She wasn't focused on anything but the moment.
Vincent had also noticed that the steam from the shower had done wonders for her congested state and she seemed to be able to breathe somewhat properly again.
"Good girl, that's it," Vincent murmured, his voice thick with affection as Lux moved into his legs. He took a deep breath, watching her concentrate as she gently scrubbed the sponge along his thighs, her tiny face serious yet sweet.
"Papa," Lux mumbled, her voice slightly muffled as her hands slowed down a bit, the energy she had putting into the task slowly draining away. "Tired."
"I know, sweetheart," he said softly, brushing a damp strand of hair away from her face. "I know you're tired. Let's get rinsed off, then we can get out and back into bed, yeah?"
Lux blinked up at him, her eyes still clouded with the remnants of her fever but filled with trust.
He guided them back under the warm flow of water, making sure that all the soap gets rinsed off properly.
Once they were both rinsed off, Vincent gently lifted Lux back into his arms, cradling her as he stepped out of the shower. The warm bathroom air clung to their skin, and Vincent wrapped a towel around Lux's tiny body, patting her dry with soft, careful strokes. She didn't stir much, her head resting heavily on his shoulder as she reached for the pacifier again.
Vincent handed it to her, guiding it in between her lips.
He sets Lux down on the counter, making sure the towel would stay wrapped around her to keep her warm. He then begins to dry himself off too, swiftly pulling his completely soaked boxers off and wrapping the towel around his waist.
Lux watched him through tired eyes, her pacifier still nestled in her mouth.
Once Vincent finished drying off, he gently wrapped another towel around Lux's hair, his movements slow and careful as he worked to dry her off. As he finished, he lifted her up again, cradling her against his chest.
"Alright, sweetheart," Vincent murmured softly. "Let's get you dressed and back to bed where it's nice and cozy."
Lux made a faint, contented sound against his chest, her small arms wrapping loosely around his neck. She didn't fight him, didn't resist being carried. She was simply too tired, her body craving the rest and comfort only Vincent could provide.
Vincent walked carefully back into the bedroom, holding Lux close to him.
He gently lowered Lux back into the bed before walking a few feet away to grab a fresh pair of pyjamas for her.
He removed the towel and slid the pyjamas over her frame.
Vincent smiled warmly, brushing a lock of damp hair away from her forehead before leaning down to kiss her gently. "There you go, sweetheart. All nice and comfy."
He tucked the blanket up around her small shoulders, making sure she was cozy and secure. "You're doing so well, baby girl," he whispered, his voice soft with affection. "Papa's so proud of you."
Lux murmured something incoherent, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she cuddled deeper into the bed.
Vincent adjusted the pillows behind her, ensuring she was comfortable, then settled back on the edge of the bed, keeping a vigilant eye on her. The world outside seemed so distant now, the quiet peace of the room offering a sense of safety that Lux desperately needed in this fragile state.
He watched her for a few moments, her chest rising and falling steadily, the pacifier still resting between her lips. The soft, rhythmic sound of her breathing was a soothing lullaby, filling the space with a gentle calm. Vincent's heart swelled with tenderness as he watched the little girl begin to fall asleep.
Vincent sat by her side, his hand resting gently on her back, silently reassuring her even in sleep. He'd never let anything hurt her. He'd make sure she stayed safe, even if that meant keeping her close, watching over her every second.
"Sleep well, sweetheart," he murmured softly, the words a promise. "Papa's here."
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