Later that night, Morgan woke up and carried Olivia into his bed. She whined, twitching her face in the process, but later relaxed.

Meanwhile, Morgan watched her closely, his eyes studying every inch of her face.

His heart fluttered, for nothing else but for the tiny figure occupying his bed. He pulled her closer, holding her waist as he leaned his face into her nook, inhaling her pleasant smell, until he slept off.

******

Xavier sat on his couch, his gaze fixed on the led plasma television hung in his extravagantly furnished sitting room.

He was about to turn it off and leave for work, when a headline caught his...