Tabitha's POV
My dreams were always about a kid.
There was a time when I dreamed every night of a beautiful field of flowers, and a kid with a garland in his hand was coming toward me.
With a smile, he put it on my head.
The dream was so real that I could still feel the gentle touch of the garland when I woke up.
I stopped frowning. "Thank you, sweetie."
"Mommy, pretty." Kyrian was so happy that he kept grinning.
Looking at his smile, I felt an inexplicable warmth and familiarity as if he really was my boy.
He was just a little boy, yet he was already so caring. I bet plenty of women would fall for him in the future.
I gently pecked his cheek while cupping his face and once again sighed silently, wishing he were my kid.
I patted his knee to remove some of the weeds and dirt.
Out
