Lucian
When I stepped back into the room, Jennifer was there with Richard balanced carefully on her hip.
“Good morning, Master,” she said with a small smile. “Madam asked me to bring him to you.”
I nodded, my chest tightening as I looked at my son. He was getting stronger—his little face fuller, his dark curls thickening, those piercing blue eyes blinking curiously up at me. My eyes.
Despite everything—despite Tina—he was mine. A part of me.
And Mara… she was caring for him like he’d been hers all along. No resentment. No hesitation. Just love.
That quiet act of acceptance told me everything I needed to know.
Whatever storm was coming—I didn’t have to face it alone.
I took Richard from Jennifer, and he giggled—sweet and pure, that soft sound that made everything else fade for a mom
