After their shower, Liam stopped by the nursery to check on Aiden. As usual, his son had kicked off his blanket, but his plushy was still firmly at his side, his tiny hand wrapped around the toy's arm. He leaned over the crib and kissed him on the forehead, and Aiden opened his eyes and smiled so briefly. "Dad?" He sighed sleepily. "Yes, baby," Liam smiled back as he covered him up with his blanket. "Nemo sleeping?" Aiden mumbled before he closed his eyes again, and he was out like a light. "Yes, he is. And you should, too. Sleep tight, Kool-Aid," he murmured as he kissed him again and dimmed the light before he left the nursery, a regretful look in his eyes. He's barely spent time with his son, and the next few weeks weren't going to be easy either once he got entangled with the Ivanovs. But he didn't want to be that guy, the one who never had time for his kid, and for that not to happen, a lot would have to change, starting with his
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