The next morning, I m running around like a chicken with my head cut off. After my night of confessions with Bella, I slept fitfully and then slept through my alarm.
Hey, I got him ready, Hawk says, coming out of Jacob s room, carrying the fully dressed toddler.
It hits me hard, would he have looked like this with our child? His hair tousled, his eyes soft with sleep, and face rough. It catches deep in my throat and I m hit with emotion that I m unprepared for. Tears pop in my eyes, and I turn quickly to hide the reaction I have.
Banner? Hey, baby what s wrong? He sets Jacob down onto the floor. Hey buddy, go watch toons for just a second.
He waits until we see Jacob has gotten on the couch and is engrossed before he turns to me. Talk to me.
It strikes me as funny, him asking m
