Father. It was a word that Desmond thought would never be applied to him, in any sense, but here he is, standing beside his son's bed, watching the three year old sleep. It's not as creepy as it sounds; he's seated on the edge of the foot of the bed. He'd thought he'd heard a noise in Jack's room, a cranky whine or a terrified whimper, but when
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