Raine POV
Grayson was late. I began to read Jackson a book, tucking him securely in bed. He'd had a great day, expending lots of energy outside and in the play center. He was growing tired. He gave a big yawn, even as he tried to keep himself awake. I sat on his bed, making funny sounds and faces as I read "Ten Minutes to Bed Little Fox."
"Raine," he said sleepily, causing me to pause in my story, "do you have any children?"
I was surprised. this was the first time he had asked such a personal question. I blinked and then gave a reluctant smile.
"No, Jackson," I said softly, looking at the little boy who seemed so vulnerable right then, "I don't have any children. I hope to one day," I added, sensing his next question.
He blinked his big doe-like eyes at me, ignoring the story for n
