Chapter 87

Megra

A few days have passed since the hospital visit, and I find myself nestled on the edge of the couch, watching Nathaniel play with Mia in the living room. It’s a rare sight, a beautiful sight, seeing him so relaxed, so present in the moment. He’s crouched down on the floor, his face just inches from hers, making the silliest faces. Mia giggles so hard she’s nearly tipping over, her red curls bouncing wildly with each peal of laughter. Her tiny face is alight with pure joy, and those freckles across her nose and cheeks—oh, those freckles. I swear they get cuter every day. Her green eyes, a perfect match to mine, sparkle like emeralds in the morning light.

Mia lets out a squeal and takes off running, her little feet padding against the hardwood floor. Nathaniel gives chase, his arms outstretched, a grin plastered across his face. He’s playing the part of a clumsy monster, pretending to trip over his own feet as he follows her around the room. I can’t help but laugh watching him. He’