Camila’s POV
It was raining in New York by the time we landed and I looked at my son, as he sat in his father’s lap with his head against his chest. New York's gray skies seemed to echo my mixed emotions. I was a little bit apprehensive, but I was hopeful that things would work out.
That little traitor! I thought with a small smile. When I told him that we were going to Daddy’s house, and that Zion was his daddy, he had grinned so much and I could see so much joy in his eyes.
He had asked me if it was okay to call him daddy, and the rest had been history.
I watched as my son snuggled closer to Zion, his tiny hands clutching the fabric of his father's shirt, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of joy. It wasn’t that long when he was asking me when he would meet his father, and why h
