Lucas

Let me know when you're going. I'll come with you, Natasha.

Lucas

Please take care.

I smiled at the message from Lucas. I quickly replied and then headed to Anastacia's room. I found her there, writing quietly at her small study table, her unicorn beside her. When I looked at what she was writing, it seemed to be a journal.

"Is my baby busy?" I playfully asked as I sat down on the floor near her.

She glanced at me and gave a subtle smile. "I'm writing my diary, Mommy."

"Wow, you never told me you have a diary."

She paused in her writing and adjusted her long, curly...