Ron took position near his house—on the roof of a nearby, abandoned one.
From there, he watched Dream.
Night slowly claimed the sky, stars appearing one by one, but Ron never moved. He remained seated, eyes fixed on the window across the street.
Inside, Dream was reading.
One hand held the book.
The other rested unconsciously on her belly.
Ron's gaze softened.
Then—
a sudden jolt ran through him.
He winced, a quiet grunt escaping his lips.
What was that?
Realization followed immediately.
The speed I copied from Rocky…
Inside the room, Dream read in silence, the world narrowing to the gentle rustle of pages and the calm rhythm of her breathing. Her hand remained on her belly without thought—it always did. There was comfort there. Warmth. A quiet reassurance.
The soft glow of the lamp bathed the room in gold, and for a moment, everything felt complete.
Then a thought surfaced.
She closed the book.
Sleep called to her gently.
Dream placed the book on the bedside table and glanced toward the window, as if sensing something—then shook her head and turned off the lamp. Darkness wrapped around her like a familiar blanket as she lay down.
Ron exhaled slowly.
I should get closer.
He lifted his eyes to the sky.
A message appeared before him.
[Your Supporter "???" is watching you]
"You already know what I'm going to ask, don't you?" Ron murmured.
[Your Supporter "???" has granted your wish]
[Skill Acquired: Invisibility]
A faint smile touched his lips.
"That's my man."
With a thought, the skill activated.
Ron vanished.
Invisible, he floated silently through the air and slipped into the room through the window. Dream was half-asleep, her breathing slow and steady.
"Listen carefully, my baby…" she whispered.
Her fingers moved gently over her belly, back and forth, as if rocking the life inside her. A soft smile curved her lips.
"When I found out I was pregnant…" Her voice trembled with warmth. "Your father was so happy."
The memory bloomed vividly in her mind.
"He picked me up like a princess and spun me around," she murmured, a quiet laugh escaping her. "I told him I might fall…"
Dream smiled in her half-sleep.
"He put me down immediately and said I wouldn't have to do anything anymore. That Ron would take care of everything." Her chest tightened fondly. "He was smiling so much… his eyes were teary."
Her heart ached—not with sadness, but love.
She felt safe.
As if someone was watching over her.
As if she wasn't alone.
Her words blurred as sleep pulled her deeper. Her hand stayed on her belly. Her breathing evened out.
Ron heard everything.
Warmth filled his chest—along with guilt.
He stayed there, watching over her, guarding her sleep. Hours passed quietly.
Then—
Dream stirred.
A sharp discomfort twisted through her. Her brows furrowed as pain bloomed suddenly and heavy. She inhaled sharply, pushing herself up in confusion.
"I… want something sweet…" she whispered, her voice shaky.
A small sound escaped her lips as another wave of pain hit.
And then—
Warmth.
A presence.
Familiar. Steady.
"Ron?" she murmured, eyes barely opening. "I might be dreaming…"
"I'm here," a calm voice answered. "You don't have to worry about anything."
Ron canceled his invisibility.
Her heart settled instantly.
Dream smiled faintly. "I want something sweet," she said again, almost childishly.
Moments later, sweetness touched her lips. She didn't question it. Bite by bite, the tension melted from her body. The pain faded as quickly as it had come.
One of Ron's hands supported her back. The other fed her gently.
She leaned toward him, exhaustion finally claiming her.
Safe.
Held.
Protected.
As sleep took her once more, Dream relaxed completely, unaware that she wasn't dreaming—only loved.
Ron adjusted her carefully and eased her into a comfortable position. She didn't let go of his hand.
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The Next Morning
Dream woke to warmth.
Smiling, she placed a hand on her belly.
"You know, my child," she whispered softly, "your father came to me in my dream last night. He held me all night. You'll meet him soon."
She stood—and paused.
The house was spotless.
Every chore done.
Breakfast prepared—perfectly, thoughtfully, for a pregnant woman.
Dream blinked, confused for a moment… then shook her head.
"I wish it were true," she said quietly. "But he isn't here."
She didn't know he was listening.
Ron smiled.
Later that day, Dream called Lia, and Lia came over. The two talked until evening—laughing, sharing quiet moments—
while Ron watched over everything.
Silent.
Present.
Unseen.