Lusting after Rowan has its perks because it drowns out the edginess I feel.
I thought he was going to berate me, but he didn't. Instead, he asks, “Who's Matteo?” His hazel brown eyes are piercing. Why did he ask?
“He's my son.” My heart accelerates in my chest in apprehension. Did something happen to my son?
I video called my son earlier, and my tears gathered in the corners of my eyes when he uttered 'Mama' while giggling and pointing at me on the screen. He recognized me. He was elated when he saw me. He was in my mom's arms, and my dad was the one holding the phone.
Rowan pauses for a moment before saying, but more to himself, “Matteo is your son. . . ”
His throat bobs up and down before saying, “You murmured his name in your sleep. Do you want to see him?”
I remember dreaming
