Reluctant to go

A ray of sunlight fell across Lucian's face. Sunlight didn't filter into the windows of his penthouse in the skyscraper because the curtains were always drawn, so for a moment, he wasn't sure where he was or why he was feeling so damn good and happy.

He opened one eye, saw the room decor, and smelled the rose petals, suddenly remembering why he should be feeling like the king of the world today. His wife had remembered their life together, and they'd had a wonderful night together. She had agreed to go back with him—well, she hadn't said it with her words, but her body and kiss had given him the answers he needed.

Wearing only a happy smile, he rolled to his other side, eager to pull her sweet body against his for another round of lovemaking before they would go and meet their son, who he was eager to tell and hold as a father, and try to make up for all the time he had not been there for him. But then…

The other side of the bed was empty!