When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Rather than going to Macy’s old place, he brought me to a different block. He carried my luggage into the elevator for me as he said, “The houses here aren’t as big as Peakville Estate’s, but it has a great environment and it’s better for Summer.”

I nodded. I was feeling nervous and pressured for some reason which Jackson probably spotted. He patted my shoulder and said, “Don’t be nervous. Summer is a good kid and doesn’t give us any trouble.”

I pressed my lips together and nodded but still felt nervous.

My hands were damp with sweat by the time we reached the door. He pressed the doorbell and Nick opened the door dressed in an apron with a baby bottle in hand.

I paused, not knowing what exactly I was feeling at the moment. Nick, however, was calmer than ever at the sight of me. “You’re here. Come in, the food is getting cold,” he said.

Jackson said to me, “You can go wash your hands first and take a look at the kid before you eat.”

He placed my luggage in a room and said, “You can stay with us while you’re here.”

I didn’t really hear everything he was saying as my head was full of the thought of seeing Summer. I followed Nick into the baby room decorated all over in soft pink including the crib and the mosquito net over the crib. It was neatly equipped with everything needed to take care of a baby.

I was pretty impressed that two men managed to take care of a baby this efficiently.

Summer probably just woke up and as she lay on the bed, her large eyes glanced around in wonder.

the sight of a new face. She was just

noticed my growing smile at the sight

bottle in his hand to me and

best things life had to offer was bringing new life into the world. After all,

then and had never gotten the courage to even think about it, much less go and

of Summer and my tears finally came to my eyes. Happiness and

in and saw my tears. “Summer’s your child now. Treat

my nose sting again. She was so small, I didn’t dare

bottle right next to hers

and has only had baby formula, so she’s quite small compared to other babies her age,” Jackson said

immediately remembered how I was lactating when Marcus sent me to the hospital and they took the

to the lack of an actual baby who was feeding, there wasn’t

looked at Jackson and said, “Go to the hospital

finally willing to

head. “Nope. I want to visit the gynecologist and ask if it’s possible for me to breastfeed four months after birth. I also

widened his eyes and asked, “You’re thinking

child to feed, my body didn’t produce prolactin and I stopped. If we