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DRAKE:

My heart tightened seeing the woman who mothered my son. Beatrice. She looked so fragile with her parted lips and soft snores. She was already sleeping heavily. I should wake her up so that she should be in bed right now and that she would be comfortable, but choose not to.

I could not afford disturbing her sleep. She looked so cute sleeping. This was the only time where I could watch her like this and I should grab the opportunity.

I put my hands to the side as I struggled to keep them to myself.

The urge to brush her cheeks and her lips was trying to overpower me, and I did not want to awaken her and that she would think of some weird thoughts about it.

Her beauty had not faded despite the test of time. And even if she had a lot of wrinkles all over her face and beside her eyes, my feelings for her will never change. Not even a bit. That was a promise.

Smiling, I remembered her always looking at herself in the mirror, and constantly asking me how she looked. I only glanced