Chapter 42

• Darius :-)
• Cyrus lay curled up in my lap, his soft breathing the only sound I could hear besides the faint hum of the movie playing in the background. His thumb rested near his mouth, and his little stuffed bear, Jayjay, was tucked under his arm. He was the picture of innocence, and I couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at my lips as I ran my fingers gently through his hair.
• "Such a sleepy little prince," I murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. Moments like this were rare and precious. He felt so small and safe in my arms, and I never wanted to let him go.