Damian's POV

I got home early, still carrying the warmth of the night before on my skin. I took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and headed to Daniel's room. I opened the door slowly and found my son sitting on his bed, his eyes still sleepy, his small body curled up between the pillows.

"Good morning, champ," I murmured as I sat beside him. "Did you sleep well?"

He mumbled something that sounded like yes, though he didn't seem fully convinced.

"Are you going to work early today?"