Waylen ventured into the study, a haven of solitude where he indulged in the tranquility of smoking with serenity.
In those past three years, Rena was but a distant memory for him amidst the whirlwind of busy days, let alone any other thoughts or desires.
But now, an air of calm settled upon him…
One of his most regrettable actions was compelling Rena to sever ties with Tyrone, a decision that accidentally etched Tyrone’s place in her heart for eternity. ©
Though it had nothing to do with romance, it was enough to spark jealousy within him.
As the door to the study creaked open, Waylen’s somber mood intensified. A head with curly tawny locks peeked through the gap — it was Alexis, his daughter, clad in a delightful Pajama, her feet bare.
“Dad!”
Without hesitation, Alexis rushed to him, wrapping her own arms lovingly around his neck, displaying her affectionate side.
Waylen embraced her, planting a tender kiss on her forehead before gently inquiring, “Why are you awake, my dear?”
Alexis, half asleep, nestled in his arms, yearning for her mother.
Thoughts of Rena lying in the master bedroom made Waylen’s heart skip a beat; he couldn’t allow Alexis to witness Rena in such disarray.
Softly, he coaxed her, “Mommy is sleeping in daddy’s room.”
Alexis babbled, “But | want to sleep with mom.”
While holding Alexis with one hand, he softly swayed her, regaling her with a soothing bedtime story.
As the night wore on, his voice acquired a slight hoarseness, its comforting timbre lulling Alexis to sleep.
Waylen knew she would awaken if he placed her back in bed, so he wrapped her in a blanket and devoted almost an hour to coddling her.
In the stillness of the night, Alexis surrendered to slumber.
Seated at the edge of the bed, Waylen gazed at Alexis’ innocent and delicate face, overcome with love for the child who bore the essence of him and Rena.
Alexis turned over and snuggling into the throw pillow.
He couldn’t bear to leave her immediately, so he lingered by her side for a while.
Returning to the bedroom, he was met with a startling sight.
Rena’s hair was damp with sweat, her forehead glistening, and the faint blue veins at the end of her eyebrows all the more pronounced.