Nicolas stood in the kitchen, busy preparing breakfast for Calvin. The omelet was perfectly fluffy on the griddle, while the aroma of toast filled the room. He glanced into the living room, where Calvin was still wrapped in a blanket on the sofa, his face looking peaceful in sleep.

"Calvin, let's wake up, son. Breakfast is ready," Nico called as he placed a plate on the table.

Calvin squirmed lazily, opening his eyes slowly. "What's for breakfast, Daddy?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Eggs, bread, and vanilla milk. Come on, wash your face quickly," Nico replied with a small smile.

Calvin got up with a lazy step, heading for the...