CHAPTER EIGHT

Nora’s POV

I stilled upon hearing his voice.

“What’s that, dad?” Dylan grabbed something from his hands. He chuckled as he played with it. Michael ruffled his hair as he smiled down at him. Dylan is smiling back. He lifted him in the air and threw him around, like he was some airplane. Dylan’s giggles bounce off the wall. No one needed to be told; my son was enjoying the company of his father.

Well, I guess we don’t have to argue over who the father of the year goes to. The longer I stood there, the longer I tried to fight back the tears that were pulling in my eyes. It’s been hard to be alone with Dylan. The memories of trying to find a man who would love my son for the past 7 years were fresh in my mind. I gave up at some point. Raising him alone was one hell of a job. Now, as I watched him play with his biological father, it felt nostalgic.

I wiped a tear that had escaped my ears and began to turn when the door was yanked open. I gasped.

“Come on, Nora, I've been wondering how long