Chapter 147 : Ammunition

Lyla

I instantly wanted to cry.

All of my emotions over the past few days that I'd bottled down in favor of trying to remain headstrong were finally coming up to the surface at the mere thought of finally being able to see my child again.

Was this it? Was this really it?

"Is he…?" Rashid asked from across the room.

Before I actually broke down though, I reached over the side of the crib and gently folded my hands under the bundle lying there, lifting him gently until I had him out of the crib and tucked into my chest. He made a small noise as he readjusted himself, pressing his face into my neck and sighing softly against my skin.

Oh my god.

Finally.

My hand came up to curl around the back of his head, my entire body folding around him to protect him from everything. Like I was his own personal human meat shield.

My baby. My son.

Finally, back in my arms.

I rocked him gently, feeling that familiar weight I remembered on my chest