** Paige’s POV **
“I like it here, mummy,” Jax murmurs, smiling up at me with sleepy eyes as I gently stroke his hair.
I return his smile, but I don’t respond. I’ve learned that this is his moment, these quiet few minutes just before sleep, when his thoughts tumble out. If I say too much, he’ll talk for hours with endless questions and random thoughts.
This has become our nighttime ritual. Sometimes I read to him until his eyes grow too heavy to stay open. Other nights, like this one, he prefers silence whilst he reflects on his day with my fingers threading through his hair.
It’s one of the few times I get a clear understanding of how he’s really feeling. No distractions, no rush, just a quiet moment where his little heart can open up before he drifts off.
“Thank you for finding my d
