𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ~ 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 (✓)

Part Two ~ Finding Vansh

"Where," Roman asked, his eyes closing.

"To the warehouse. Look after yourself and Vansh." Vihaan instructed, changing the wet strip for a new one. He knew the fever would wear off within the next hour or so.

Roman hummed and Vihaan patted his head gently, "Sleep."

~

Roman yawned, blinking his eyes open when he felt someone drop on him, he silently wrapped his arms around him, "Vanshu,"

Vansh giggled, "How did you know?"

Roman kissed Vansh's cheek, the child had grown comfortable with him and Vihaan over the past few days, and he had started to nearly speak in full sentences, though sometimes he would stumble over a few words.

"It's magic."

"Magic?" Vansh asked, dropping his head on Roman's chest.

Roman hummed and dragged himself into a sitting position, which pulled Vansh into his lap, "Yeah. When did you wake up?"

"Just now," Vansh murmured.

"Stay here, I'll be back after freshening up," Roman said.

Vansh bobbed his head, glancing at Roman, who was still shirtless from earlier, and he gasped as he spotted the bandage that had traces of blood on it, "U-Uncle Ro,"

Roman furrowed his eyebrow, and he followed Vansh's sight of vision and understood what this was about. "It's nothing, baby. I have a very small cut but your Baba wrapped a big bandage around it. He loves to make a big deal out of small things."

Vansh's lip wobbled and Roman sighed before he kneeled before him, "I'm fine, Vanshu. Promise."

Vansh forwarded his pinkie and Roman smiled, wrapping his own one around him to secure the promise. He stood back up and kissed Vansh's head lightly before rushing to the washroom.

"The cool uncle is back," Roman sang, throwing the towel on the bed.

"You're my only uncle, Uncle Ro." Vansh retorted, sliding off the bed, his ribs were still in the process of healing.

"Haww, did you just talk back to me, you brat." Roman teased, bopping Vansh's nose.

"Nope. I was honest!" Vansh said, flashing his teeth to Roman.

Roman chuckled, "Let's go and have our breakfast. What are you in the mood for today?"

"Pancakes!"

"Of course," Roman muttered. Vihaan had introduced Vansh to pancakes and ever since, the kid couldn't get enough of them.

Vansh glanced around the living room and the dining room but Vihaan was nowhere in sight. He hadn't been without him in this house and it felt weird not knowing where he was.

Roman threw a glance behind his back, "Your baba isn't at home, Vanshu. He has some work to do, he'll come back in a few hours."

Vansh nodded his head, he had yet to say the word 'Baba', and Vihaan was patiently waiting for that day because he didn't want to force it on Vansh until he was comfortable with it. Baba wasn't just a word. It was an emotion. And if Vihaan had to wait for years, he would gladly do so.

"Sir, you can't enter the kitchen." The chef strictly denied and Roman gaped at him.

Vansh peeked out of Roman's back, staring at the chef, who passed him a soft smile. "Firstly, I've told you it's not 'Sir', just call me Roman. I'm only thirty, don't make me feel like I'm fifty. And secondly, why can't I go to the kitchen."