Bella's POV
Tears blurred my vision as I paced anxiously by the window, waiting for Hugo to bring my son home. My heart hammered against my ribs with every passing second. Whatever had happened, whatever had led my child to him, I needed answers.
The sound of his car engine cutting through the evening air sent me rushing to the front door. Before he could even knock, I flung it open. There he stood, my little boy cradled securely in his strong arms. Without hesitation, I reached out and gathered my son against my chest, fresh tears spilling down my cheeks.
I turned away immediately, carrying my child to his bedroom where I tucked him safely into bed. After a moment of watching his peaceful face, I steeled myself for the confrontation waiting in my living room.
Hugo stood there with that infuriating confidence of his, looking entirely too comfortable in my space.
