Chapter 289

　　Tabitha's POV 　　My dreams were always about a kid. 　　There was a time when I dreamed every night of a beautiful field of flowers, and a kid with a garland in his hand was coming toward me. 　　With a smile, he put it on my head. 　　The dream was so real that I could still feel the gentle touch of the garland when I woke up. 　　I stopped frowning. "Thank you, sweetie." 　　"Mommy, pretty." Kyrian was so happy that he kept grinning. 　　Looking at his smile, I felt an inexplicable warmth and familiarity as if he really was my boy. 　　He was just a little boy, yet he was already so caring. I bet plenty of women would fall for him in the future. 　　I gently pecked his cheek while cupping his face and once again sighed silently, wishing he were my kid. 　　I patted his knee to remove some of the weeds and dirt. 　　Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Derek standing far away on the hillside. 　　He didn't come nearer. Maybe he was worried that if he came over, it would upset me. 　　Kyrian sat beside me and