Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 1021

The night was still, bathed in moonlight flowing like water.

Liz and Remington lay on the large bed in the master bedroom, with baby Ron sleeping between them.

The little boy smelled faintly of milk, a comforting and sweet scent.

No sooner had Liz lain down than Ron kicked his little legs and rolled right into her arms, as if instinctively seeking his mother.

Liz's eyes snapped open, a flicker of panic and uncertainty crossing her gaze.

She raised her hands, unsure of where to place them.

Terrified of squishing the soft, fragile little thing if she held him wrong—he was so incredibly tiny—her hands just hovered stiffly in mid-air.

Suddenly, a large hand reached out and gently grasped her hovering one. Intertwining his fingers with hers, Remington guided her hand over the baby’s head, resting their clasped hands on the pillow beside them.

Guided by his movement, Liz shifted onto her side completely.

Remington was also lying on his side. In the darkness, their eyes met across the sleeping baby.

Through the dim light, Liz could trace the faint outline of his face and the soft gleam in his deep, profound eyes.

They held each other's gaze for a couple of seconds before Remington lightly tapped his fingers against the back of her hand.

It was rhythmic—their own unique, unspoken way of saying goodnight.

An indescribable wave of tender melancholy washed over her. Liz tapped the back of his hand in the same rhythmic pattern and gently closed her eyes.

She had thought she wouldn't be able to sleep, anticipating endless nightmares and the painful memories of that tragic night triggered by being here.

But none of that happened. Soon, her breathing deepened into a peaceful, steady rhythm.

Across the hall, however, Stella West was not having such a restful night.

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