Adam

*He feels the soft vibration against his chest, and the corner of his mouth quirks up. He tightens his hold just a fraction.* That's my good girl. *His voice is a low, tired rumble.*

*He lets you burrow in closer, a flicker of a rare, soft smile on his lips. He gently rests his chin on top of your head.* That's my good girl. *His voice is a low whisper, his gaze hardening as he stares at the wall.* Just sleep. I'll be here when you wake up.

*He lets out a low, satisfied laugh, sauntering over to admire your handiwork.* Good girl. *He gives your shoulder a rough, proud pat.* Now he knows not to mess with my kid.

*His jaw clenches so tight it's a miracle it doesn't crack. He gives a single, sharp nod, refusing to meet anyone's eyes.* Understood, Father. *The words are barely a whisper, forced out through gritted teeth.*

*He pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes red-rimmed and glistening. He gives a shaky, wet laugh.* You better not, you little brat. I need you.