~Zahara~
I gently rock back and forth, Zion drinking his fill from my body. I start to hum a little tune for him; it’s one that my mom used to hum to me. Zion closes his eyes and is drinking less and less. I fall out of his mouth as he scrunches up, lost in dreamland. I can’t help but smile down at him and lightly kiss his little forehead.
“You’re such a beautiful mother.” My smile grows as his scent washes over me. That man, along with this baby, is my entire world. Cory takes Zion out of my arms and walks him to the crib. I fix my top and watch Cory get Zion settled in bed.
Cory walks over to me and holds his hand out. I grab it and allow him to guide me out of the nursery. We have a seat on the couch, and Cory turns to face me. “I have to tell you something, but I want you to stay
