My chest ached with warmth. I knew exactly how much that pendant meant to him. That was the only thing connecting him to his mom, and he just gave it to me, no big deal.
Across the room, the billionaire and his wife—who are now my parents—watched us with tears in their eyes, holding each other as if they had just witnessed something sacred. It was the kind of moment you spend your whole life hoping to experience.
From that day on, Lance came to visit me at the postpartum center every single day.
And bit by bit, the frost on his face started to thaw.
Whenever I reached out with my tiny fingers to grab his hand, he'd freeze and quickly turn his head away. But the soft blush climbing up the tips of his ears always gave him away.
It wasn't long before he was mixing my formula and feeding me himself, holding the bottle with stiff hands as if I were made of glass.
From day one, I refused breast milk and only drank formula.
[Mom carried me for nine whole months. She deserves to rest now. I want to be a thoughtful baby.]