Charles paid him no attention as he pulled back from Grace slightly, his big eyes darting between her and Jace. "Does that mean you'll be my real mommy now?" His voice was hesitant but hopeful.
Grace's throat tightened. She reached out, smoothing his hair gently. "Oh, sweetheart… I've always been here for you. But now, I get to be with you and Daddy forever."
Charles stared at her for a long moment, as if processing what that truly meant. Then, without warning, he beamed and threw his arms around her waist again. "So I get to call you mummy?!"
A lump formed in Grace's throat, and she fought to keep her emotions in check, but it was a losing battle. How could she not cry when this little boy—this beautiful, sweet child—was going to be her child?
