Camila’s POV
The rest of the morning passed in a blur of activity.
Breakfast was a noisy affair between Zion and our son, and it was filled with laughter and the clattering of dishes. They were practically giggling about things and stuff, and I just watched them with a small smile on my face.
When Zion finally looked at me, and spoke with me, the conversation flowed easily as well, and we touched on everything from Zion Jr.'s upcoming school, to plans for renovating the office space he had gotten for me in one of his building.
It felt natural, comfortable, and for a few precious moments, I allowed myself to believe that everything could indeed go back to the way it should be
“Mom?” I heard Zion Jr. called me.
“Yes, honey?” I answered him, smiling as I looked away from his father t
