Scarlett's pov.
Roman bursts into the room and his scent grounds me in a way I’ve never felt before. Tears are still streaming down my cheeks.
My hand still trembles as I cradle my daughter to my chest and there are half a million things I can think to do at this moment, yet I can’t do any of them. I hold Maya so close to me I feel I might be squishing her a bit, then she grumbles in that way of hers…. Like a disgruntled little cat and she murmurs into the crook of my neck.
“You’re squishing me like a marshmallow, mummy.”
I laugh.
The laughter bubbles up right from my heart and it forces more tears out of my eyes, but my baby’s okay. My baby’s fine and hells…
“Are you okay, Maya?”
Roman crouches and speaks so softly to her I have to stifle my sobs just so I can watch them interact. Maya peeks up to look at him and she gives a small shrug in my arms.
“I’m a bit hungry, but I’m fine.”
My heart melts when Roman reaches out to cup the curve of her cheek in his palm, and Maya leans into hi
