Alpha Arlo Bianchi - POV
I couldn't take my eyes off my son, he was a perfect blend of Isabella and me as he inherited the grey eye color from me while his head was full of black hair that had a small streak of gold. A permanent smile was etched on my face as I stared at my son, who was in a deep slumber.
Knock knock.
"Arlo." it was Jacob, I turned around to see him walk towards me and stand right next to the cot. "We need to leave. The funeral ceremony would start in a few minutes." Jacob told me, and I felt my heart constrain, but I didn't say anything as I nodded my head.
"Did everyone go there?" I asked him when he nodded his head. I thought I could delay this moment a little longer, but we can never run away from the inevitable. Letting out a sigh, I walked closer to the cot and gently picked up my son.