Damian was still sitting on the couch when Alva appeared in the living room, rubbing his eyes, his steps slow and lazy. The five-year-old boy was wearing dark blue pajamas with rockets, his hair a little messy.

"Mommy, big sister, who is he?" he asked innocently, pointing at Damian, who immediately stood up and looked at him with a longing gaze.

Damian looked down, kneeling to be at Alva's level. A genuine smile appeared on his face. "Hi, Alva... You know, I'm your Daddy."

Alva was startled for a moment. He took a step back, his expression changing. "Huh? No! You're not my Daddy!" he said loudly, swatting away Damian's...