Chapter 8: Recovering Truths pt.1
It was getting late and Ivan was having a hard time staying awake due to his small body. As you watched his amethyst eyes droop from time to time you smoothed out his soft beige hair and let his head rest on your shoulder, lightly patting his back so he could finally drift off to sleep. Sighing happily a soft giggle escaped you as you walked up to your bedroom and placed him atop your bed, there you wrapped the covers over him and tucked him in. Smiling lightly to yourself you made your way back down stairs and plopped a pillow up on the edge of the couch and readied a blanket to keep you warm for the night. As you laid your head on the pillow you gazed up at the dimly lit Christmas tree, its [Christmas color/s] slowly lulled you to sleep as you fell into darkness.
However as you slept you were oblivious to the sound of little feet making their way up to you as a small hand stroked your [h/l] [h/c] hair,
“….Sleep tight, podsolnec