Grace's POV.
I stood on the other side of the door, quietly watching Rhyder and Tate.
Rhyder gently ran his hand through Tate's thick hair before leaning over to kiss his forehead.
Then, het sat down, interlaced his fingers, rested his chin on his hands as his elbows rested on his knees and just watched Tate as he slept.
He was already infatuated with his son and I couldn't really blame him. Tate is wonderful - he's more than wonderful actually.
He was the only ray of light during the darkest moment of my life. My only reason for smiling some days. The reason my heart beats the way it does.
And he has this way of getting under your skin in the best way possible.
He simply makes everything better.
A single tear escaped down the curve of my cheek. I wiped it away with a small smile -
