Two years later...
The world kept moving, even when I felt like mine had crumbled.
Now, I sat on the balcony of my apartment, watching the city lights flicker in the distance. It was late, but I was used to sleepless nights.
A soft giggle came from inside the apartment, followed by the tiny patter of footsteps.
"Mommy!"
I turned, just in time to see my son wobbling toward me on unsteady feet, his curls bouncing with every step. My heart swelled at the sight of her—my little miracle.
I scooped him into my arms, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "What are you doing awake, baby boy?"
He just giggled, resting his tiny head against my shoulder.
The past two years had been a whirlwind.
I had given birth alone. There had been no Nicolas. No Adrian. Just me and a hospital bed, gripping the s
