Bella
“You look sad, Izzy.”
I felt little arms wrap around my waist as I stood by the stove, making pasta for dinner. I reached down and ruffled Ryan"s hair as I continued to stir the pot.
“What makes you say that, Ry?”
He looked up at me, clinging to my hip and I knew he saw right through the smile I masked over my face after picking him and his brothers up from school this afternoon. Axel changed something in me and the idea of never seeing him again was like a weight, pressing on my heart.
Was it for the best? Probably. That didn"t mean it was easy.
“I"m okay, I promise.”
“Okay. Can I taste?”
He reached his arms up and I smiled, blew on the wooden spoon for a minute before handing it to him to taste the sauce. He loved cooking with me, this sweet boy.
“Good?”
He nodded, beamin
