GIADA
“How are you holding up?” Jacqueline asks, rocking London.
Phoenix is asleep in her bassinet and Milan and I are playing with blocks on the rug. It’s been a quiet afternoon with the four of them in the nursery.
“I’m okay,” I lie.
“Really? It’s okay if you’re not.” Her look is sympathetic, and I feel such a heaviness in my chest.
“I didn’t expect it to hurt like this after so little time,” I sigh heavily.
“Do you have a boo-boo?” Milan asks. “Mommy and daddy always kiss away my boo-boos.”
“You are so lucky, sweet boy.”
“Do you have a mommy to kiss yours?” He looks up from the tower he’s building, and his deep brown eyes are full of curiosity and genuine concern.
“I do.” I smile sadly, thinking of how only Sebastian can kiss this pain away.
Oh my Goddess! This is madnes
