Chapter 12. Pound You

I couldn’t sum up how many hours, days… and weeks I had counted as I blankly stared at the silent door, waiting for Jaxon to burst it open and point at me with his sore finger like I did something horrifying again. The last convo we had was the last time I saw him.

In the past, I desired to be alone, not disturbed, and just locked myself up. However, to my surprise, I was alone in this room with Morgan now, yet I was saddened by it. That small amount of time I had with Jaxon made me get used to it. He didn’t even pamper or console me, but why did I feel this way?

I heaved a last glance at the door before finally turning my back on it and picking Morgan in his crib. His feature started to develop, his tan color was slowly revealing, and he could completely open his mouth and eyes now—how I wished his father could witness this little progress of his.

I smiled when Morgan opened his eyes again and laughed with his small voice—along with his giggle was a sudden knock o