RIVERA’S POV
A YEAR LATER
Rafael held our little baby in his arms, rocking her gently. “Little baby Scar, little baby Scar, go to sleep, go to sleep” he hummed, dancing slowly around the room. I watched him, observing how happy he was just doing a slow dance to make her sleep. Scarlett was our baby, another stage of my dream life. She was born in the same time my mother had me, her most overwhelming time, hence her name, Scarlett.
“Is she asleep?” I asked Rafael. He turned slowly and nodded. He placed her carefully in her cot and covered her up, before sitting on the bed. “My back aches from standing so long and entertaining her” he shared, chuckling. “But every bit is worth it” he added, smiling wide. “Of course it is” I said. He moved up and sat beside me, placing his hand around my b
