~Reo’s POV ~

“Dada…”

The whisper is cracked. Not loud enough. But it pierces through the dark like a gong.

Reo freezes just outside the nursery. His hand clamps around the doorframe as his heart slams against his chest.

He hears it again. It's as soft as a whimper this time.

“Dada…”

For a second, he thinks he imagined it. Blue hasn’t called him that ever. Not since the hospital. Not since the fights and slammed doors and silence. He was Rawr, or Roar, or sometimes nothing at all.

Reo swings the door open and rushes in.

The nightlight glows red against the walls and safari animals across the crib....