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It was the middle of the night, Lysandre was laying in bed staring at the ceiling. He couldn't sleep, he hardly ever could fall asleep before midnight anymore. He looked at the clock next to his bed it read 3 am again...lysandre sighed softly turning his head to face the black mop of hair on his shoulder who was none other than Augustine Sycamore, The one person who ever believed in him. The one who trusted him. The one who asked HIM Lysandre the leader of team flare to help him raise his 4-year-old son. They were the high light of his day the spark of light at the end of the tunnel, they gave him life made him human again, made his life better. This was his perfect world. Lysandre was pulled away from his thoughts when he heard a distance quiet noise from the baby monitor on the other side of the room, it was Calem, Sycamores' son. Lysandre had gotten used to getting up around this time when he heard Calem wake up from his nightmares. The nightmares he caused, that he promised to undo. Lysandre carefully got up not wanting to wake Augustine from his deep slumber, getting up he grabbed his shirt from the chair next to the window and put it on as he walked out to the hall heading towards the bedroom that Calem was in, he quietly opened the door to see little Calem up and awake in tears, "papa..." Was all Calem had to say for Lysandre to know Calem wanted him. Lysandre went over to Calem picking up the fragile little boy into his arm and gently started to rock him in an attempt to calm him down. "It's alright Calem, I'm right here my beautiful little prince, your safe now." Lysandre whispered softly to him. This is how Lysandre and his night went, and he was ok with it. This was his price for the damage he did. This was his shot at redemption, he knew this chance only would come once so he took the opportunity right then and there without a moment to spare, he would never give this up. He was given the chance to have a family with the person he loved the most and was given a sweet little boy who was much like his father. This was his perfect world.