ANNIKA’S POV
“Timmy! Oh my God, you nearly gave me a heart attack! Your father will definitely kill me if I lost you!” A middle-aged woman yelled, running towards us and pulling the kid for a tight hug. The horror in her eyes told me she was seriously nervous. She was panting and a sense of relief filled her eyes when she saw the child. “Don't do that again, okay? I'd die soon because of you.”
The little boy giggled— a sound so sweet like that of a beautiful song escaped his lips, making me freeze. “Silly, nanny,” he said. His laughter sounded so sweet and heartwarming.
Just as I thought they were leaving, he turned to me and smiled, making my heart melt. The way his gray eyes sparkled. . . resembled Caspian so much. In fact, the way he smiles. . . his eyebrows and his pointed nose— it
