Chapter One Hundred And Forty Nine
The months flew by, and the rainy Manchester days finally brought me to the most beautiful moment of my life. I went into labor on a quiet Sunday morning, and just as he had promised, Mateo caught the very first train from London to be by my side. He held my hand through every sharp pain, shouting words of encouragement and refusing to leave the room until a loud, healthy cry filled the hospital delivery ward.
When the nurse placed the tiny, warm bundle onto my bare chest, all the lingering sadness in my heart completely dissolved. He had a thick tuft of dark hair and the most beautiful, deep eyes. I looked down at his tiny fingers curling around my thumb, and I knew exactly what his name would be.
His name was Chase.
Chase brought a sudden, bursting
