ARIA'S POV
"Easy, my love." I cooed at my son as I nestled him closer to my breast as he suckled peacefully.
His tiny fingers wrapped around mine, and I smiled down at him.
He made a soft coo through his feeding and I smiled as I placed a finger over his nose.
This was my favorite moment of the day.
The little house was quiet except for the songs from the birds and the baby noises Apollo made.
Apollo.
My son.
Everything to me.
Waking up to him by my side.
Feeding him and then changing him before bathing him.
It was the world to me and so I dreamt of it.
He tugged on my nipple and I laughed.
"You naughty boy. You always like to take more than you should, don't you?"
Flashes of the awful night when I found him came through my mind.
What if I hadn't been there at that precise moment?
I shook my head at the ugly memory.
No.
I wasn't going to think of it.
Apollo was mine.
The past was the past.
No one knew anything about Apollo or me and that was the way I liked it.
