Chapter 909

Layla’s POV

The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the ceiling fan and the rhythmic breathing of Little Jason beside me. 

His small body was curled up against mine, his tiny fingers clutching the fabric of my nightgown even in sleep. 

I ran my fingers through his curly hair, feeling the warmth of his little body pressed against me. 

He was my whole world…my reason for breathing, for waking up every morning.

And yet, sleep wouldn’t come to me.

I sighed, staring at the ceiling, my mind tangled in thoughts I didn’t want to have.

Jason. Logan.

Two men. Two completely different men.

Jason had been there for me…for us…since the beginning. 

Even though Little Jason wasn’t his son, he had stepped up, taking care of him as if he were his own flesh and blood. 

He had sacrificed so much, put his life on hold just to make sure we were okay. 

And I knew…I knew…he loved me