Chapter 67: My family
LUCIAN’S P.O.V.
The first thing I noticed was the stroller. Sitting there innocently in the corner like it didn’t hold the power to detonate my entire world. But I didn’t think much of it—not at first. My mind was preoccupied with Teresa. Asking for her forgiveness wasn’t just on my agenda; it was the only item on it. My entire focus was on finding the right words to make her see I wasn’t the same man who had driven her away two years ago. I was different now, I was a man who was willing to love, protect and respect her forever, if only she would let me.
And then it happened.
A tiny, high-pitched cry pierced the air. Teresa’s head snapped toward the stroller as if someone had called her name. She moved faster than I’d ever seen, scooping up the baby with a grace and tenderness that looked practiced and also very natural at the same time.
A baby.
"Is that a—" my voice cracked, which, let me tell you, never happens. "Is that a baby?"
Teresa didn’t look at me. She was too busy soothing the tiny ball in her arms, humming softly as she rocked back and forth. The baby’s cries quieted almost instantly, but my mind... my mind was chaos.
"Teresa." My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I couldn’t help it. "Whose baby is that?"
"Teresa," I barked, stepping closer to her, "I asked you a question. Whose baby is that?"
"Calm down, Lucian, we don’t want to scare her into running away from us again." Ares warned but my mind was a jumbled mess.
Her steps faltered for a split second before she turned her back to me, shielding the baby like I was some kind of threat. That stung more than I cared to admit.