For @officialrhysandweek 🩵
A drabble for day 6: Pastimes
“Oh, that is a great card. Good job! Can you find the other one?” Rhys said in a soft voice. He and Nyx had taken to playing memory lately and the one year old was quite good at it.
Nyx’s chubby hand reached out, sloppily pointing to a card on the other side of the deck. “Same.”
“That one?” Rhys reached out, pointing to the card. “Why don’t you turn it over so we can see?”
Nyx shook his head and looked at him with pleading big blue eyes so similar to his.
“You don’t want to play anymore?” Rhys asked, confusion lacing his voice. He was generally very good at understanding his toddler’s version of the common language, but there were often times when he wondered what he wanted. When Nyx had been a baby, Rhys hadn’t been above taking a look at his mind whenever he cried inconsolably, just so they could at least know how to help him. But as he had grown older, Rhys had avoided taking a look as to preserve the child’s privacy.
Nyx shook his head again. “Papa, Nyx.”
Understanding dawned on Rhys. “You want us to turn the figure together?”
Nyx nodded, smiling. “Togefer.”
Moments like these were his favorite—moments of not doing anything significant and everything that mattered at the same time. Spending time with his son, making him feel all the overwhelming love he had for his little boy, making sure he knew he was loved and treasured every second of every day.
“Papa?” Nyx looked up at him questioningly.
Rhys realized with a start that he hadn’t moved to turn the card, his son’s big blue eyes peering up at him questioningly. At over five hundred years old, Rhys could proudly say he had accomplished many things, but being this little boy’s father would always be the greatest one. His heart grew ten times its size in the presence of Nyx, and Rhys smiled as he bent down and kissed the top of his head. “Together. Always.”