As soon as the child saw him, he held out his tiny arms, crying. It wouldn’t have mattered that the boy was his son; his heart would have melted at the sight of any child in this situation. But the fact that this child was his boy left his heart aching, and he had to swallow the lump that suddenly rose up in his throat.“Momma,” Lucas cried, tears running down his cheeks. “I want Momma.”Tucker picked him up and held him in his arms, hugging his small frame securely. He blinked away the moisture that was gathering in his own eyes. “It’s over, boy. You’re safe. I’ll take you to your momma.”Tucker glanced at Kira. “You okay?”She nodded, watching him with Lucas.“Thanks, Kira. You’re free,” Tucker informed her.“I watch over Mrs. Sarah’s child. I sorry this happen,” she said with a small bow.“It’s okay,” Tucker said, his hand caressing the small of Lucas’s back. The child clung to him, his tiny arms wrapped around Tucker’s neck, his legs grasping his waist, his crying now small hiccups.
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