Chapter 16

Holding a cup of hot coffee, I tiptoed the couch where Barack was sitting, reading a magazine. I placed the cup on the coffee table before I sat beside him.

"Here's your coffee, Mi Amor." I yawned while uttering the sentence. 

He looked at me with his shaking head as he traced my swollen eyes. "You didn't sleep well," he commented. I sighed as a response then rested my head on his shoulder. 

I was actually having a hard time sleeping last night without Ethan's presence on my side or at least in my sight before I slept. Celestine called last night telling me that my son will stay there for his safety, I did not agree at first but Celestine's explanations convinced me. I wasn't at ease for the whole night thinking about my son who was sleeping away from me. 

"I miss my son," I whispered. He tucked the escape strands of my hair to my ear and looked at me in disbelief. "Come on, Yzabelle.