I held on to the little child tightly - feeling like a missing part of me had been put back in place.
"Is this where you live?",i cupped his adorable face, his crystal clear green orbs stared at me with a bit of a smile.
"Hmm!", he nodded his head slowly.
I smiled, exuding a sense of maternal instincts i had once lost. He grabbed my coat tightly, unwilling to let go as he rubbed his face against mine.
We spent the whole time talking and giggling, catching up on the time we spent apart.
"Dinner is -"
Richard walked out of the kitchen, dressed in an apron with his hair tied up - a look of astonishment adorned his pretty face.
"Dean!", his stunned gazed alternated between me and the child who was happily lost in his playful tantrums.
I blinked - the child's name was Dean?!. I
