~**(Third Person)**~
Dinner passed by in a blur for Meredith. She was so exhausted that her body practically begged her for a bed hug.
Ultimately, she left immediately after finishing the pork cutlet with mayo dipping sauce on her plate.
After dinner, Draven bent low and pressed a kiss to Xamira's forehead.
"Good night, pumpkin," he whispered against her hair.
Xamira sighed, long and tired. "Good night, Daddy."
Draven didn't notice the disappointment in her tone. Or maybe he did, but he still turned and left without looking back because he was exhausted.
He had shown up earlier for their promised playtime, but not even ten minutes had passed before his phone rang, and he had to leave.
Again.
That was why Xamira's little heart felt heavy when she saw Meredith earlier, why her voice had sounded colder than usual. And the reason she had asked that question.
Wanda quietly took her hand, her touch light but certain.
