As the night wore on, the cozy atmosphere in the house gradually quieted. The family sat together, their fingers intertwined, enjoying the peaceful ambiance surrounding them.
After some time, Azy, feeling a mix of contentment and a desire to give his parents space, mustered the courage to speak up. "Um, Mom, Dad, I think I'm going to head to bed now," he said softly, his voice filled with a hint of shyness.
Alicia and Zeke exchanged surprised glances, recognizing the subtle intention behind their son's words.
"And I want to sleep in the other house tonight, with Alexis." Azy continued and he abruptly stepped back as if eager to go. "Goodnight mom, dad. See you both tomorrow."
And he turned around and walked away, leaving Alicia and Zeke unable to speak or move for a while until Zeke whispered in Alicia's ear. "You've raised him too well, he's now way too thoughtful for his age, Alicia."
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