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    Gently, he smoothed his son’s hair.


    “Of course I do. Daddy thinks about Mommy every day, just like you.”


    “Daddy.” Locke’s little fingers curled tighter against his shirt.


    “You like Mommy a whole lot, don’t you?”


    “Yes, of course.” Ernest nodded firmly, his tone unwavering.


    “Daddy loves Mommy. Loves her deeply—more than anything.”


    Content with the answer, Locke nestled deeper into his father’s arms.


    Then, in a small voice, he asked, “Then Daddy will surely give Mommy whatever she wants, right?”


    The words startled Ernest.


    It was an unexpected question, but he chose to indulge the little one.


    “Yes,” he replied with gentle certainty.


    “If your mother were here with us, I’d make sure she had everything she desired.”


    “Mmm…” Locke nuzzled his cheek against his father’s chest.


    “I already knew it would be like that…”


    To him, Daddy had always given in to Mommy.


    In the quiet hours of the night, Locke’s fever finally broke.


    By dawn, it showed no sign of returning.


    Still uneasy, Ernest decided to take the day off and escort Locke to the hospital for a full examination. The tests revealed nothing out of the ordinary.


    The fever hade as mysteriously as it had vanished, leaving no trace of its cause.


    “Let’s head home.” Though relieved, Ernest still cradled his son in his arms as they left the hospital.


    “You’ve got the whole day off—make sure you rest properly.”


    “Thanks, Dad.” Locke patted his father’s shoulder gently.


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    “But you should rest too. Take care of yourself… I don’t want you getting sick, alright?”


    Ernest paused, surprised by his son’s words.


    With a soft smile, he answered, “Alright, I will.”AdChoicesADVERTISING


    “Good.” Locke nestled against his father’s shoulder, his eyes growing hazy with drowsiness.


    The following morning, Locke was ready to return to school.


    Joy rushed over the moment she saw him, her little hand clutching his.


    “Locke, are you feeling better?” she asked eagerly.


    “I’m all better now,” Locke replied with a firm nod.


    Hadley, watching the two children, bent down and brushed her fingers across Locke’s cheek.


    “Yes, he’s all better.”


    Then she turned to Joy, her tone gentle but firm.


    “But remember, Locke just recovered. You need to take good care of him. Look after each other, alright?”


    “Got it, Mom!” Joy agreed with an enthusiastic nod.


    After breakfast, Hadley drove the two little ones to school. They hopped out at the gate, still hand in hand, and walked inside together.


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