Grace's POV.
"Hey, G. Welcome back. How was it?"
Meghan greeted me with a smile, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
I raised my hand and walked past her without even looking at her.
She stared after me with wide eyes.
"I need to hug my son."
"That good, huh?"
A second later, I walked into Tate's room. He was lying in bed, paging through one of his books. His little face lit up the second he saw me - all my troubles melted away like morning mist in front of the rising sun.
"Mommy! I waited up for you! Aunty Meg said that I could!"
He threw his book down and jumped up on his bed, his curls bouncing wildly on top of his head.
"I'm so happy that you did, baby. I missed you so, so much."
I picked him up in my arms and held his little body close to my chest.
"I missed you more, mommy
