Bella’s POV:

There was a silent whisper in my head that says something about this child beside me. The only noise that can be heard was the utensils, as we were eating our breakfast together. The three of us.

“Mommy? Why are you not feeding me?” His soft little palm touches my hand that made me flinch. Looking at the cute little child beside me with his pink pouty lips, I couldn’t help but swallow hard. Why-----why was this kid shining in my eyes?

“Mommy?” He repeated.

When I was about to answer, Black’s baritone voice was heard. “Kevin, you’re already five years old and you shouldn’t ask something like...