As soon as I realized Tyron wasn't by my side, I sprung up. Fear washed over my entire form as I slid off the mattress to look for him.
Where is he?
Is he gone again?
Was it a dream that he returned earlier?
Shaking my head, I latched onto myself.
I've already lost him, and if I lose him again, I wouldn't be able to survive.
I dashed out of our room and ran to the long hallway to find him.
"Ty..." I called out in the middle of the darkness but there was no sign of him. Feebled, I dragged my feet to the only place I thought he could be at that time.
I went to our son Tyler's room and heaved in relief when I finally found him.
Tyron was standing near the window, holding Tyler, who was sleeping.
"Ty," I uttered quietly, not wanting to wake our sleeping son.
My mate spun around and
