Aliana’s POV

The morning light streamed through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the bedroom. I stretched, feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin, but before I could even enjoy the moment, the sound of tiny feet pattering against the wooden floor made me smile.

“Mama!” Sandy’s little voice called out as he climbed onto the bed, his small hands pressing against my stomach as he shook me awake.

I laughed softly, pulling him into my arms. “Good morning, my love.”

His gray eyes sparkled—Freddy’s eyes. Every time I looked at him, I was reminded of the man who had turned my life upside down and somehow made...