"Now, go get your son. I'm sure he's waiting for you."
"Okay," I said, a small smile tugging at my lips. "I'll be right back."
I walked out of the room, my heart feeling a little lighter. Dominic was right. I needed to talk to Liam, to reassure him that he was still my baby, and that nothing would ever change that.
Liam’s room was down the hall, a bright, cheerful space filled with toys and books. I found him sitting on the floor, meticulously building a complex tower with colorful blocks. He was so focused, his little brow furrowed in concentration, that he didn't even hear me come in.
"Hey, baby," I said softly, not wanting to startle him.
He looked up, a wide, toothy grin spreading across his face. "Mommy! Look what I made!"
"It's amazing, sweetie," I said, kneeling down beside hi
