CHAPTER 67
Armani
Just one day has passed, and I still can't wrap my head around it all. I'm a father. Milo is my son. When I say the words in my head, a warmth spreads through my chest unlike anything I've ever felt before.
Rena shifts in her sleep, moving closer until her body presses against mine. She hasn't wanted to be apart from me since we came back to the palace. Even in sleep, she stays close, as if afraid I might disappear.
On my chest, little Milo stirs slightly, his tiny body responding to Rena's movement. He wiggles for a moment, then settles back down, his small weight perfectly centered over my heart.
I can't stop the smile that spreads across my face. My son. Those two words keep repeating in my mind. I want to run through the halls of the palace shouting it to everyon
