"My sweet boy, I know you will. I know my little brave boy will always love me and stay by my side, even if the whole world stands against me."
Gavi, clearly satisfied, beamed with joy. "Oh, Momma~" He let out a dramatic sigh before throwing his arms around his mother once again.
Dante, watching the interaction, blinked in mild confusion.
'Did Gavi just glare and huff at me? Or was I imagining things?' he wondered.
And what was with that sudden melodramatic speech? Though, knowing Gavi, Dante was certain the boy had meant every word of it.
Yet, as he observed the heartwarming exchange between mother and son, he let out a quiet chuckle, pushing the thought to the back of his mind. It didn't matter. What mattered was being here—witnessing this beautiful moment between his woman and her son.
Dove, shaking her head with a soft laugh, held her son close.
And in that moment—nothing else mattered.
