Emily POV
His sweet gaze falls on my arms outstretched to him and without hesitation, he pounces against my chest resting his cheeks against one of my shoulders, soaking my shirt on one of my sides but lowering his crying a few decibels.
"Does anything hurt?" I ask worriedly. I had seen him cry before but at this level of disconsolation something seemed wrong: "Is it the tummy?"
She doesn't see me but denies it. He continues to cry for a few more seconds and after the wait, he whimpers something that clears up my doubts.
"Mommy!" he babbles clearly enough for me to understand him, clutching his little hand to my sleeve making it into a fist, and burying his whole face against my chest with whimsy.
This kid was in absolutely no pain, at least not on a physical level. What was wrong with this child was that he missed his absent mother and as much as that made me angry, I could do nothing but try to comfort him with my presence.
