Bella's POV
Toby had been buzzing with excitement for weeks now. Pre-nursery suited him perfectly, and watching him thrive filled me with a warmth I hadn't felt in months. His teacher handed me his backpack with that knowing smile teachers give when they've watched a child blossom. The sound of Toby's little feet pounding across the tiled floor echoed through the hallway as he raced toward me, his face breaking into that brilliant smile that never failed to steal my breath.
"My sweet boy, how was school today?" I swept him up into my arms, pressing a kiss to his rosy cheek. His tiny fingers gripped my shoulders as he dissolved into giggles, that precious sound that always made my heart skip.
"Good... I played with Owen," he announced with the pride only a three-year-old could muster. Owen had become a fixture in his daily stories, his new partner in crime.
