Chapter Five
Adalia lay beside her son, watching his tiny chest rise and fall. The blanket was parted to reveal his creamy tan skin, the diaper and his tiny legs. She traced a finger over his chest, up his arm and down to his tiny hand. He gripped her finger tightly in his sleep, eyelids fluttering with whatever dreams babies had.
She’d never thought she could love like this. She loved Trent with all her heart, but this was something else. It was even deeper. She would be connected to this tiny individual, a piece of her very soul, until the day she died.
And even then, she was pretty sure she’d float around in the ether with Isaac’s name on her corporeal lips.
Her baby. Her sweet child.
She couldn’t lose him when she’d just gained the most amazing love she’d ever known.
The door to
