LYRA'S POV
“Late?“ I looked at him in wonder.
“Yes. I thought I'd lost you forever.“
“Oh.“
“Thank you for staying alive.“ He buried his face in my neck and sniffed.
“Thank you for coming.“
We stood there for what felt like eternity. I had no idea how much time passed before I remembered that I have a baby he doesn't know about. Yet.
I pulled away, and he looked me over again as if to confirm that he was really looking at me.
“Were they feeding you at all?“ His brows furrowed as he tried to figure out what changed about me. “You look as thin as a stick."
I smiled. “That's because I gave birth this morning.“
"Oh, my goddess. You did?“
“Yeah.“ I moved away from him and showed him my baby. “It's a boy.“
“Oh. My little man.“ I didn't miss the possessiveness in his words. He looked
