LUCIAN'S P.O.V.
The first thing I noticed was the stroller. Sitting there innocently in the corner like it didn't hold the power to detonate my entire world. But I didn't think much of it—not at first. My mind was preoccupied with Teresa. Asking for her forgiveness wasn't just on my agenda; it was the only item on it. My entire focus was on finding the right words to make her see I wasn't the same man who had driven her away two years ago. I was different now, I was a man who was willing to love, protect and respect her forever, if only she would let me.
And then it happened.
A tiny, high-pitched cry pierced the air. Teresa's head snapped toward the stroller as if someone had called her name. She moved faster than I'd ever seen, scooping up the baby with a grace and tenderness that looked practiced and also very natural at the same time.
A baby.
