Larissa’s POV

I picked up the last piece of clothing from Declan’s bed while the toddler sat quietly by the small table in his room, playing with his toy soldiers he’d introduced me to once. 

He looked engrossed in what he was doing, which was a good thing because I wasn’t anywhere near the mood to chase him around for him to stay put. His father was literally forcing me to have to be in the same space as them both. Declan, I could tolerate because the toddler had grown to be a part ...