Arden's POV
I watch my son as he sleeps in my arms. I am sitting on the sofa as Lucinda is getting ready for the day. Just looking at my son, a sweet little angel, makes me think that things could've been different if Lucinda had to listen to me back then. No use dwelling on the past. I showed up this morning because I missed my son, Lana's words always stuck with me...well, in my head. That I have a son that I should be with and I respect her in that way until she comes back. I will never stop calling her or texting her until she responds to me.
"I don't see the reason why we need to live in separate places," Lucinda snapped me out of my thoughts. She has a baby bottle in her hand that has milk inside of it. She looked at Charl.
"You made that decision for us," I replied, looking at
