Sometime later, after Tristan had carefully laid Leah down on her bed, he sat facing Leo alone in the living room.
The little boy had insisted he wasn't feeling sleepy yet, but in truth he didn't want to fall asleep when his father was still here. Tristan might have been unaware of this, but Leo was watching his every move. He was purely fascinated by the man, the sheer majestic air he carried with him even when he wasn't trying. This was his father, it was very evident, and somewhere inside he was very happy, about the similarities he noticed between himself and the man.
The truth was he wanted to talk more with him, but he wouldn't show that he was interested in getting to know the man even more.
Tristan handed the little boy a file. "Here, the DNA you asked for."
