GINA’S POV
“Are you feeling better now, Mama?” he asked, looking up at me with those big, beautiful eyes of his.
“I’m okay now, baby,” I whispered, running my fingers through his messy curls. “Mama just had a hard night, but your hugs made me all better.”
“That’s good, Mama,” he said, hugging me again. “I will give you all my hugs.”
I let him hold me for a moment before he leaned back to look at me, those big brown eyes searching mine—far too perceptive for his age. “Is it because of the mean people we met at the pack last night?”
My throat tightened. “Yeah,” I admitted softly. “Some people said things that weren’t true. And that hurt. A lot.”
Bernard frowned, his little jaw tightening. “Did they say I’m not Papa’s son again?”
I froze. I hadn’t expected him to understand. I hadn’t e
