Lilly
I wake up to the sound of my son crying yet again. Every night this week, Harry has woken up crying. It hurts my heart each time I walk into his room to see him sobbing.
Every night, Harry asks when his Daddy will be coming home. I still don’t know what to tell him, and I hate myself for putting my son through this.
Though I’ve told Harry that Bastian isn’t his father, he doesn’t seem to care.
All Harry cares about is having Bastian hold him and make him feel safe. My little boy’s soul imprinted on Bastian’s, and vice versa. I saw it when their eyes clouded over, even their Wolves imprinted. The same thing happened when I first held Harry, which made me his mother, which makes Bastian Harry’s father.
Great.
Goddess, why are you doing this to me?
I can’t deny that every day ge
