Alina's POV
"Look at you, my handsome boy," I cooed softly, running a gentle finger down Leo's chubby cheek. He let out a tiny, breathless giggle, his bright eyes locking onto mine as his little hands batted at the air.
My heart swelled with an aching, fierce devotion. I leaned closer to his cradle, my voice dropping into a fierce whisper. "I promise you, Leo... I will make absolutely sure you never have to experience the horrible, traumatic childhood that I went through. That is my ultimate goal for you, my sweet boy. I will protect you with my life."
"Oh, please. Look at you, acting like you're some kind of super-mom."
A sharp, jagged laugh shattered the quiet of the nursery. My muscles instantly locked. I slowly stood up, placing Leo back into the safety of his cradle, before turning around to find Ilya leaning against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest.
