Camila’s POV
I woke up in a room that looked all so dark and for a moment, I thought that I might have died and gone to hell.
But, if that was the case, I shouldn't be on a very large, soft bed with and my son won’t be staring in my face like this. He was on the bed with me, and he face was close to me, like he had been watching me sleep.
“Hey, baby!” I greeted, and he smiled down at me.
“Hey, Mommy. You’re awake. That’s good.” He said and I smiled.
He turned his head and called out to his father. “Daddy, Mommy is awake.” He announced and I heard his father walk from where he was at his desk to us.
Zion’s face appeared in my line of vision, his expression a mix of worry and relief. “Camila, thank God you’re awake,” he said softly, his hand reaching out to gently stroke my cheek.
