Suffocating Feeling

ARYA’S POV I woke with a sharp pain in my neck, my head was at an awkward angle against the armrest of the couch. For a disoriented moment, I didn't know where I was. That was until I caught the vaulted ceilings and the expensive looking bedroom that it all came flooding back. I had fallen asleep on the couch last night while waiting for Marco to come home from whatever business he'd had to handle. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, illuminating the spacious living room and I took it all in with a soft sight. But then a soft cry came from the bedroom. I pushed myself up, ignoring my protesting muscles, and hurried to the nursery section Marco had set up in my room. Dante lay in his crib, his tiny fists waving, his face scrunched up in that way that meant he was about to start really crying. "Hey, sweet boy," I whispered, lifting him carefully. "Good morning to you too." His dark eyes which were so heartbreakingly familiar found mine, and he settled immediately against my c