Zane's Point of View
I slowly open the door to Shay's room. My eyes takes a minute to adjust to the dimly lit room and I make my way over to the bed.
I can't explain the relief I feel when I see the rise and fall of her chest. She's breathing and she's alive.
I smile as I slowly brush the hair from hair face and tuck it behind her ear. I give her a peck on the forehead and I revel in the sparks that course through me, assuring me my mate is still here with me and our son.
I look around, spotting a chair. I grab it and place it right next to her bed before I take a seat. I pick up her hand and entwine my fingers with hers. I bring our hands up to my mouth and kiss the back of her hand gently.
"Hi little mate. It's me. I don't know if you can hear me.. But I'm going to talk anyway. I'v
