Adriana's POV:
Entering the room, I locked the door and sat down on the floor in the far corner. My arms were hiding my Oliver. The tears started flowing down my cheeks. There is no way I'm going to let her my baby away. He is my son. She has no right over her since she was never there for him when he needed her most.
He is now my son. My Oliver.
I looked down at him and he was looking at me with teary eyes. His lips were bowed down and he was looking sad. He was sad because I was crying. I wiped my tears away at once and kissed all over his face.
"Don't be sad, Oley. Mommy is not crying." I told him, wiping his tears with my thumbs. I smiled and he smiled too.
"Mommy." He said, standing up in my lap and hugging me. He is just a kid but he is so caring. He understands everything.
