"He is also my blood..."

Third POV

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The morning light streamed through the window, landing directly on Henry's eyes. He squinted, trying to block out the bright rays as he blinked and attempted to wake up.

He had slept on the sofa at night and surprisingly this was one of the best nights he had ever had in ages.

"Daddy, you are awake."

Henry's eyes shot open, only to be greeted by the sight of a small, round face hovering above him. Startled, he sat up, wondering how a child had gotten so close to him without his knowledge. As he took in the child's features, he realized that he recognized the little face - it was Audrey, his son.

Everything that happened was not a dream, it was indeed real. He really had a son that wasn't a product of his imagination.

As Henry saw Audrey's face, a wide grin spread across his face and he sat up from the sofa.

"It's not a dream," Henry murmured, the words feeling strange and unfamiliar as he spoke them aloud. He reached out and touched Audrey's shoulder, needing physical c