Between Two Worlds

Chapter 41 Bastian

Neve POV

The little boy desperately clings to my mother’s legs as my father bends down to scoop him up in his arms. He giggles happily as I silently take in his features- white blonde hair like my father's but it is curly like my mother’s and, when he looks over at me, we share the same brown eyes.

“Oh, my sweet baby Bastian!” my mother coos, cupping the little boy’s chubby cheeks and kissing him on the forehead.

My father’s eyes connect with mine over Bastian’s mop of curls. “Neve, this is your older brother, Bastian.”

“Older brother?” my eyebrows knit in confusion.

“Yes, older,” replies an unfamiliar woman, whom I did not notice standing off to the side of my parents until she spoke up. I turn to look at her questioningly. She is of similar appearance to my father, but slightly olde