PHOEBE'S POV.
I stared at the boy sleeping peacefully beside me on my bed ,with a smile on his face. He looked so content with life that I couldn't help but smile to myself.
Life in general had been peaceful and worth living until the events of recent times. There was no way to debunk whatever information Benson had come into my life with but somewhere deep down my heart, something did not sit well with me.
Unconsciously lifting a hand, I traced the hairline of my little boy. The boy that has been my life all this while. The one thing that reminded me of the future I had with the man my heart beat for and now all seem to be lost..he wasn't his.
Speaking of which, he called to let me know he would be late but wasn't it too late to be in the office? I looked at my phone screen and it was almost midnight.
Shrugging lightly, I lay beside Fiifi and close my eyes, letting the stress of the previous days take it toil on me.