Dionisia followed behind Ben at a short distance, wanting to give him a moment alone with Elliott. Her gaze softened as she watched him from behind as he peered down into the crib, and a smile crept onto her face. There was something so satisfying in knowing that Ben cared for Elliott, something that caused a rush of warmth through her chest and sent her heart fluttering. She stepped to Ben's side after a moment and peered down at her son. Was it wrong of her to feel guilty for being able to see him like this every night? Ben had his own family with his wife, and she tried to tell herself that Elliott could not possibly be the center of his universe, but it always felt like that when she watched him watch their son.
"You can pick him up," she whispered in response, her hands coming to a rest atop the metal bars. "He might stir, but he'll fall back asleep." Elliott was cranky when sleep was withheld from him, but he generally slept soundly at night—at least nowadays.
"You can pick him up," she whispered in response, her hands coming to a rest atop the metal bars. "He might stir, but he'll fall back asleep." Elliott was cranky when sleep was withheld from him, but he generally slept soundly at night—at least nowadays.
