Emma's POV
I wake up the next morning and the small bed is cold beside me. Panic rushes through my chest when I realize that Ezra is gone.
"Ezra," I yell out loudly. But he doesn't answer me. He is no longer in his room.
I look at the tiny clock that hangs on his wall. It is eight o'clock. Hopefully Ezra is down stairs eating breakfast. I rush from his room and down the stairs, quickly making my way into the dinning room. It is empty. More panic spreads throughout my chest as I search the room for an indication that anyone has been there.
That's when I hear it. Laughter and small giggles coming from the kitchen. I quickly make my way through the kitchen door and lay eyes on my little man... sitting on Ethan's lap.
"Mommy, mommy," he says as he jumps off Ethan's lap a
