Freya POV
“No. No. Come here, baby.” He sobs into my chest as tears threaten to fall from my eyes. My sweet boy. I am going to kill Greta and Karen for this.
“I’ll do better, mommy. I promise. Please don’t leave me.” My heart utterly breaks. Oh, God. I cry, but I try and not let him see that so I hold onto him tighter. When I have suppressed them long enough, I have him look me in the eye. His eyes are red and puffy.
“You are perfect the way you are, okay? Patrick and Harry are just being mean. They’re jealous you’re so smart.” I ruffle his hair as he gives me a little giggle. His soft black hair gets into a mess. “And I love you. Mommy is never going anywhere.”
After reading him a couple of Grimm’s Fairy Tales, he finally hits his slumber. But the moment that I close the door to his
