Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

371. Olivia - Spencer I

My heart is about to burst out of my chest, with how fast it beats. While my eyes see the little boy who is the spitting image of Tyson playing on the rug with toys, my brain is yet to catch up with what is happening. He looks at me, his eyes like Tyson's, full of recognition. My soul and body, my entire being, recognize the little boy as mine.

"Mommy, you're not in Heaven anymore?"

I crawl my way to him, not blinking, afraid that if I do so, he will disappear. My soul is telling me that the little boy is my son, but my brain keeps reminding me that Spencer is dead. "Spencer," someone wails. It is a moment later that I realize the sound came from me.

Spencer gets up from the rug, his little feet quickly taking him to me. I don't dare touch him, still afraid that it is a trick of my mind. "Papaw and Mamaw told you and Daddy are coming tonight, but I didn't believe them. Dead people live in another place. That's what Papaw told me." His little fingers press against my cheek. He is so warm. "Mommy, how was it in Heaven?"

I pull Spencer into my arms, my face burying into his neck. He smells like the day he was born. Tyson's arms wrap around us, his shoulders shaking with emotions.

My son. In my arms. Alive. How?

One by one, Mose, Jasper, Ansel, and Rueben kneel around us, embracing Tyson, Spencer, and me.

I still don't understand how Spencer can be alive, but I'll worry about it later. Right now, all I want to do is cry and laugh at the same time. Life has never felt so perfect.

"It was lonely without you," I finally reply to Spencer's question.

you returned?" he innocently

you so

I began to realize that I might want the baby, then Angel tells me she is finally giving birth. Then after my nap, the guys told me they had a surprise for me, and they brought me to my grandparents' house. I

is overwhelming for everyone, but please, have a

go of him. What if this is a dream,

my face. He

do. Have you ever

the TV. It gave me nightmares." He hugs me tight. "You

I rub his back. "He speaks so well for his age," I can't help but comment

Jon ruffles Spencer's short black hair. "He's very

Tyson gave me. "A butterfly, like the one you have behind you

brow furrows because I don't remember having a tattoo or a birthmark behind my ear. Grandma Khloe, who is to my left, clears things for me. "It's your hellstar mark. It represents love, hope,

rain, when I made love to all my bondeds. I

mark would represent hope and

turns serious. "Spencer, go play with you toys and leave the adults to

on Spencer tightens. I don't want to ever let