My eyes pried open as the door to my room cracked, and I saw Zion dragging himself through and towards my bed. I had just closed my eyes not so long ago, trying to sleep, and the strain lingered in them now that I stared at my son.
“Zion, baby, what’s wrong?” I asked.
“I couldn’t sleep,” he grumbled, already climbing onto the bed and crawling over to my side.
I pouted, “Oh, honey, I’m sorry. Do you want to sleep with mommy?”
He bobbed his head, and I opened my arms to him, tightening them when he got into it. I kissed his hair and rested my head on the pillow.
Not long after he came into my arms, he fell asleep, but I couldn’t sleep. I kind of saw these sleepless nights and unending thoughts coming, but I let my heart think for me.
The memories of what happened between me and Aaron a
