For a fleeting moment, both the father and son locked eyes, their gazes fixed upon each other without any accompanying gestures.

Dastarn's mind pondered whether this was the peculiar occurrence Retta had mentioned.

‘Was this the very thing she had alluded to?’ Dastarn questioned in his mind if what he was seeing was the strange thing Retta was talking about.

"Ehem, HI baby, am your son!" Dastarn said strangely the wrong words.

For some reason he felt weird under his son's gaze, maybe it was getting to him now that he is a father to a whole new little being, that will maybe one day look up to him.

"No, that is not it, Am the baby, you're the father!?" he uttered again. and he could swear seeing the little hours old baby smirking at him.

"Did you just laugh at me?" "Goo-goo" Dastarn asked and the baby answered in baby gibberish words.

"I'm your father and you're my son!" dastarn said after a little bit of mind practice.

"Yes, that's right, am your father, Dastarn and you are my Son," Dastarn said, picking up the baby like he was a fragile thing that could fall apart any moment.

worried that maybe Enara would wake up by the noise the father and son were making, he picked up the baby and sat on the chair right beside the bed and started talking to him.

Dastarn settled into the chair, cradling his newborn son in his arms with utmost care.

As he gazed into the tiny face, he marveled at the innocence and curiosity reflected in his son's eyes. The strange encounter they had shared moments ago still lingered in his mind, but Dastarn pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on this precious moment with his child.

"Hello, my little one," Dastarn whispered, his voice filled with tenderness and awe.

"I am your father, Dastarn, and you are my son." He repeated the words, as if reminding himself of this newfound reality. The weight of fatherhood settled upon him, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of joy, wonder, and a hint of trepidation.

The baby's eyes seemed to follow Dastarn's movements, his expression alternating between curiosity and contentment.

Dastarn couldn't help but smile in response to his son's gaze, feeling an unspoken connection forming between them.

With a gentle touch, Dastarn traced the contours of his son's cheeks, marveling at the softness of his skin.

"You have no idea how much your mother and I have longed for you, my little one," he murmured, his voice filled with emotion.

"You are a gift, a precious blessing that has brought so much light into our lives."

As he spoke, Dastarn found himself sharing stories and dreams with his son, imagining the adventures they would embark upon together.

He recounted tales of bravery and resilience, promising to be there every step of the way, guiding and protecting him through life's challenges.

The baby seemed to listen intently, responding with coos and gurgles, as if understanding the significance of their exchange. Dastarn leaned in closer, his voice filled with affection.

"You are my flesh and blood, my son. I will always cherish and love you unconditionally. We will create memories that will last a lifetime."

In the quiet of the room, father and son continued their conversation, their bond strengthening with each passing word.

Dastarn's heart swelled with a newfound sense of purpose and responsibility, as he embraced the role of a loving father.

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He made a silent promise to himself and his son, vowing to be the best father he could be, supporting and guiding him through the journey of life.

As the room remained filled with the soft murmurs of their conversation, Enara stirred from her sleep, her eyes fluttering open.

She watched the beautiful scene before her, a smile gracing her lips as she witnessed the deep connection forming between her husband and their son.

Contentment washed over her, knowing that they were embarking on this journey of parenthood together, as a united and loving family.

As the days turned into weeks, Dastarn embraced his role as a father with unwavering devotion. He immersed himself in learning about the needs of his son, eagerly reading books and seeking advice from experienced parents in the village. Dastarn was determined to provide the best care and guidance for his child.

He discovered that his son had a curious nature and an insatiable desire to explore the world around him.

Dastarn would often take him on walks through the village, pointing out the wonders of nature and telling stories about the history of their ancestors.

The baby would gaze up at his father with wide eyes, absorbing every word and expression.

Dastarn's love for his son grew with each passing day, and he found himself cherishing every milestone.

From the first smile that melted his heart to the first babbling words that filled the house with joy, Dastarn celebrated each development, capturing these precious moments in his memory.

As his son grew older, Dastarn became his playmate and mentor.

They would spend hours engaged in imaginative play, building block towers, and inventing stories together.

Dastarn encouraged his son's creativity and nurtured his interests, ensuring that he had a safe and stimulating environment to thrive in.

Through the ups and downs of parenthood, Dastarn and Enara supported each other, sharing the joys and challenges of raising their child.

They developed a strong partnership, working together to provide a loving and nurturing home.

Dastarn was grateful for Enara's wisdom and patience, and they made a conscious effort to create a harmonious environment for their son.

As the years passed, Dastarn witnessed his son's growth and transformation. He saw him develop his own unique personality, with a blend of traits inherited from both his parents.

Dastarn encouraged his son to pursue his passions and dreams, instilling in him the values of kindness, resilience, and empathy.

Father and son shared countless adventures, from camping trips under the starry sky to exploring the surrounding forests and lakes.

Dastarn taught his son about the importance of respecting nature and the interconnectedness of all living beings.

They would sit by the campfire, sharing stories and laughter, creating memories that would be treasured for a lifetime.

Through it all, Dastarn never ceased to be amazed by the depth of his love for his son.

He marveled at the unique individual his child had become, and he felt immense pride in the person he was raising.

Dastarn's heart swelled with joy as he watched his son grow into a compassionate and responsible young man.

As the years turned into decades, the bond between father and son remained unbreakable.

Dastarn's love and support remained a constant presence in his son's life, even as he ventured out into the world to pursue his own dreams.

They shared a special connection that transcended time and distance, a connection that would forever be etched in their hearts.

And as Dastarn grew older, he passed on the wisdom he had gained as a father to his son, embracing the role of a mentor and friend.

Together, they navigated the challenges of life, celebrating their triumphs and finding solace in each other during difficult times.

Dastarn looked back on his journey as a father with a sense of fulfillment. He knew that he had played a vital role in shaping his son's life, and he was grateful for the opportunity to be a guiding light on his path.

The love between them remained unwavering, an unbreakable bond that would forever define their relationship as father and son.

"Dastarn..." The whisper was faint but unmistakable - his wife Enara calling to him as she did long ago.

"Dastarn!" husher but louder now, tinged with impatience. He knew that tone.

Turning, Dastarn found himself surrounded by fog.

The whisper came again, more insistent this time.

As the mist parted, a glimpse of her emerged - just as she had been at the birth of their son.

But why could he never see her clearly in these memories? Her presence felt near, though always just out of sight.

"Dastarn!" Enara's voice cut through, now with an undercurrent of annoyance.

He knew that tone meant he'd better answer soon. Blinking awake, his vision cleared to see his wife staring at him with eyes creased with worry.

Dastarn looked down to find his newborn son still sleeping peacefully in his arms.

Gradually the mist lifted, revealing the warm glow of lamplight.

Beside him, Enara.

"What's wrong, my love?” asked gently.

"Nothing, just had a good dream" Dastarn muttered slowly standing up.\

"Here" Enara motioned Dastarn to slowly place the baby by her side, so she could catch some sleep with a relieved heart.

After attempting to lull the baby to sleep and falling asleep herself, she woke up with concern, wondering if the baby was still awake.

To her relief, she saw that Dastarn was holding the baby, so she drifted off while observing them.

When she woke up once more, she noticed that both of them were quiet. With the reassurance that her son was peacefully asleep beside her, she could finally find rest.

Dastarn carefully placed their sleeping son by Enara's side, making sure he was comfortable and secure.

As he stood there, watching the peaceful scene before him, a mixture of emotions washed over him. The dream he had just experienced felt so real, as if he had briefly glimpsed an alternate reality where he was bonding with his son.

Although it was bittersweet to realize it was just a dream, Dastarn felt a renewed sense of gratitude for the present moment and the family he had.