**Razor**
"He's so lovely," I murmured, gazing into the bright eyes of my son, Nathan, as I cradled him gently in my arms. The warmth of his tiny body against mine filled me with a profound sense of love and protectiveness.
"He's turning one in three months' time," Isabella said softly, sitting beside me. "He's growing so well."
"I want to be able to celebrate his birthday with everyone, including Cross," I said, my voice tinged with sadness.
"And it will happen," Isabella replied, her smile warm and reassuring. "I'm sure we'll get him back."
I sighed, feeling a mix of hope and despair. Ever since Cross had been taken from us, our lives had been filled with uncertainty and fear. But I refused to give up hope. I would do whatever it took to bring him back to us, to reunite our family once again.
