Mia’s POV
Throughout the night, I could barely sleep as I felt overwhelmed and my attention was constantly on baby Lucas. The fear of something happening to him consumed me, leaving me feeling paranoid and uneasy, which was a sensation I truly disliked.
I hate being worried, and I know I will continue to get worried if I don’t do anything in my power to protect my son. A sudden knock on my door jolted me from my reverie.
I cleared my throat and stood up from my bed, I opened the door and Lorenzo came in, his brows were arched with worry and I smiled faintly. “I heard you didn’t step out of your room throughout yesterday, and you were with Lucas, is everything okay?” he asked and I smiled
“Of course everything is okay, I don’t want to come out, I just wanted to stay in my room” I repl
