Prompto

“Go back to sleep,” Prompto says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I can take care of him tonight.” He rocks the baby back and forth, trying to get him to calm down.

Your son has your eyes and his nose, he thinks. He’s only six-months-old now, but Prompto sees you in everything he does. He’s perfect. “Sweet boy,” he says, looking at him affectionately. You’re still half-asleep on the bed, clearly exhausted. He doesn’t want to bother you.