#Chapter 145: On the List

Ella Three weeks passed by after that night without a hitch. My life slowly evolved into a simple but comforting routine. Each day was the same—something that might have given me anxiety before but now served as a pleasant reminder that I got to spend every waking moment with my son. Each day, I woke up at dawn. I would change Lucien’s diaper. Feed him his morning bottle while he blinked up at me with those mismatched eyes. Take him downstairs for some fresh air in the garden while the other servants prepared breakfast. Put him down for his morning nap. Clean his nursery. Repeat. It was simple work, but it was work that mattered. And every day, I was lucky enough to watch as Lucien grew a little stronger. His breathing was less labored. He cried less at night. The oxygen tubes were only needed for a few hours instead of all night long. And every day, he seemed to recognize me more. He’d calm down the moment I picked him up. He’d follow my movements with hi