Marked As Theirs
Chapter 49
Veronica's POV
I stepped into the house and exhaled all the bad things I came with, before I inhaled deeply.
There was a kind of scent homes carry that makes you feel safe even in the midst of chaos.
Today, it smelt like lavender oil and baby powder.
Definitely Aunt IndiGo’s hair oil and Zayn's powder.
I'd become familiar with that scent because she'd hugged me times without number, whispering in my ear, “You’ll be fine” even when I wasn't fine.
I remembered the first day I arrived in Georgia as a ‘three months pregnant teenager’ according to my mom.
Zayn was napping in his little wolf-den playpen. I could see his tiny feet sticking out from the blanket, and his teddy was stuffed halfway into his face.
“Did he give you trouble?” I asked quietly, s
