Chapter 210 Tired of hurting

• The bed is empty when I wake up. Mace is still in his crib but Calum’s side of the bed is warm. My son is awake but quiet. He tilts his head as he inspects the ceiling. I pout, pressing my thumbs to my temples as my other fingers wiggle. He waves a little and his hand drops. Mace hasn’t gotten around to making coherent sentences Calum can decipher but I know he will come around soon.
• Mace’s arms circle his ankles, he blinks up at me and gurgles. “Ma,” he sneezes out. I pause. Did... did he... He burrows his head into his bed, and his chin juts out. “Ma-ma.”
• A scream dies in my throat, and I clap a hand over my mouth. They did inform me that my baby’s speech might be delayed because he was a preemie but nothing, not even the mumble-jumble I had grown used to hearing, prepares me for this moment.