While Dad Is Sleeping Naruto の小説・ストーリー

Chapter 108 Nate’s POV “I am coming to the hospital now.” I ended the call and faced my worried friend with a smile, “My dad is awake.” “Yes.” He screamed in excitement and hugged me, “Guess the hug is enough.” We laughed. “Let’s go to the hospital together then,” I said to him and he agreed then we left his place at once zooming off the hospital. I entered the ward and saw Mom covering Dad properly, “The doctor said he needs rest, he is asleep now, should I wake him up?”

As I awaken, I notice the difference almost immediately. I feel refreshed—like I’ve slept for a year, not a single night. But as I stretch and look around, I realize Caden isn’t beside me anymore. Frowning, I turn and smile when I see a note: Gone to training, see you at breakfast. I smile, looking to Aspen as he crawls up the bed, hugging into me. I grin, holding him close to my heart. But then Dad walks in. As his eyes land on me, he gasps, taking a breath, a look of relief flooding his features.

In the week of staying here, I haven't see Dominus do stupid things, he was always on Steel and Hunter's side or with Dad. My consciousness returned to reality when I felt someone's eyes looking at us, but the stare was not anything I can be terrified of, therefore I knew it was from someone I trusted. When I raise my head to view that person I saw Dad, I gave him a smile. His sincere smile made my heart skip a beat, and I know it makes him pleased because of our current situation. My body, on the other hand, is becoming numb as a result of these two. After seeing us, Dad carefully closes the door, one thing is certain, he does this to ensure that we are complete, and Ivory is enjoying a nic

“Okay. What’s next if I’m able to hold it during sleep?” My father grinned. “Shifting.” I widened my eyes. “What? Really?” “You are ready. Nix and Loki have talked about it and she is ready. She is just waiting to ensure you are safe. So once we know you can cover yourself, then we can work on shifting.” I jumped into his arms, and he laughed. “Oh my goddess.” I could feel tears choke me and my dad pulled back and cupped my cheek. “What’s wrong?” “I’m just so happy.” I smiled up at him and rubbed my cheek against his. “Thank you, daddy.”

The air is heavy with tension, a palpable sense of unease hanging in the air. Finally, we reach the third floor, where my parents' bedroom awaits. The door stands ajar, a silent invitation into the heart of my family's domain. With a steadying breath, I push open the door and step inside. The sight that greets me is one I’ve never expected to see. Mom sits beside dad, her expression drawn and weary as she watches over him. Dad lies on the bed, his once strong frame now pale and unwell-looking. High-ranking officials of the pack surround the bed, their faces etched with concern as they confer in hushed tones. As I approach the bed, my heart heavy with worry, dad’s eyes flicker open, a faint s

Brooks pointed angrily at Dad and said, "You can't possibly continue teaching in your state anymore. You're indefinitely suspended!" Dad was then removed from the premises by the security guards while he desperately kept looking back at the empty seat. "No, it's Zach! My Zach isn't asleep! He's just too tired!" Dad's voice echoed loudly down the hallway, sounding shrill and desperate. However, he was never seen at school again from that day onward. He lived entirely in his own little bubble of illusion, never being able to wake up from his hallucination after all. … A few years later, the once oppressive home was now sinister and terrifying.

If you lose sight of your initial objectives, then I will withdraw the sponsorship at any time. Daryl nodded in understanding. However, I could catch a flash of disappointment in his eyes. I went silent for a bit. Then, I added, "However, you can still call me your dad in public if you need to." His eyes lit up with a bright smile at once. His smile stunned me. I found it so ironic that Tammy, my own daughter, didn't care about me as her dad, and yet, a stranger's kid was simply ecstatic to be allowed to call me his dad.

I instinctively shifted to the side to hide the damp patch on my blouse before looking up at him. "What do you mean?" I asked. My eyes flicked past him toward the trampolines. The sight of Julian and Lydia playing there gave me the courage to speak up. The man chuckled. "I'm Finneas Zurick, Zachary's dad. We met at the kindergarten parent meeting," he began. "I've been thinking about you ever since then. I've been wondering when we'd finally get a chance to talk." His words grew more improper by the second. A faint blush spread across my cheeks as I studied him.