Stanley Jones

Stanley slowly opens the door and takes off his boots with a deep sigh, his body heavy with fatigue. He looks around, the empty home, until his eyes fix on the baby's crib.

Stanley Whispers “Hi, champ. Did I have to leave you for a long time? You don’t know what it’s like to be away from you.”

She approaches the crib with soft steps, caressing the edge of the crib as she watches her baby sleep peacefully. Her face softens at the sight of the little one.

Stanley smiles, his voice full of tenderness “I’ve missed you so much… I didn’t know how I could bear it, but here we are. Dad’s home.”

She bends down carefully, touching the baby's soft cheek. Her gaze fills with peace as she feels the warmth of her little one.

Stanley says softly, as if speaking only to himself “Everything’s going to be alright now… I won’t let anyone hurt you, I promise.”

With a smile of relief, Stanley feels weak from accumulated fatigue. He looks at the baby's small face and then, with a sigh, decides to lie down beside him in bed.

Stanley whispers, almost asleep “Finally… I can rest. Thank you for being here.”

Shortly afterwards, Stanley closes his eyes and falls into a deep sleep, the sound of his breathing mingling with that of the baby.