Eira's POV
The next morning, when I woke up, I found myself looking forward to visiting the home where I had once lived. After getting ready, I stepped out of the room and saw Raven waiting for me.
My son was always an early bird, while his mother preferred to sleep late whenever she could. Once again, he wore one of the outfits I had bought for him.
I could not help but stare at him in quiet awe. My son looked like a little gentleman, handsome yet incredibly cute at the same time.
I knelt in front of him. "Good morning, my baby."
Alright, maybe I sounded like a cringe mom, but today I could not stop myself from calling him that.
He gave a small nod and picked up a card from the table, offering it to me. I took it gently and opened it.
It was a birthday card he had made himself.
He had drawn a picture of me on the front. It was not perfect, but to me it was the most beautiful thing in the world. He had drawn me the way he saw me.
