He's Mine

Viviana's POV

Rocco was finally asleep.

His small hand still gripped the corner of his favorite blanket. Wild dark curls spilled across the pillow, framing a face softened by a gentle, rhythmic sigh. I stood by the edge of his bed, letting the silence of the room wash over me. I brushed my fingers over his warm cheek, tracing the line of his jaw before I stepped back. I slipped out of the room,