Breaking Free

60.

A year had passed, and the house was filled with the sound of giggles and tiny footsteps as Zion, now one year old, waddled across the living room floor. His wide, curious eyes darted from one toy to the next, while his mothers, Kierra and Tasha, sat on the couch, watching with adoration.

"I still can't believe he's one already," Kierra said, shaking her head in disbelief. She was leaning against Tasha, their bodies comfortably pressed together.

Tasha smiled, her gaze never leaving Zion. "Time flies, babe. It feels like just yesterday we were celebrating his first steps."

Their home had evolved into a warm sanctuary for their little family. Baby pictures filled the walls, and Zion's toys were scattered across the living room, a testament to the whirlwind of love and joy he had brought into their lives. Kierra had taken a temporary break from touring to focus on motherhood, while Tasha had been fully immersed in her career, though always making sure she had time for their family.

"Speaking of time flying," Kierra said, glancing at her phone, "it's also been two years since we said 'I do.'"

Tasha turned to her with a soft smile. "Two years already?"

"Two whole years," Kierra replied, kissing Tasha's shoulder. "And I wouldn't change a single thing."

Their anniversary hadn't been marked by a big celebration this time—just a quiet day at home, enjoying their son and each other. But there was something about the simplicity of it all that felt perfect.

Zion, in his toddler curiosity, had now made his way over to the couch. He pulled himself up, gripping Kierra's leg for balance as he babbled excitedly. Kierra bent down and scooped him into her lap, kissing the top of his head.

"Look at you, big boy," she cooed, smiling as Zion wriggled in her arms, reaching out for Tasha.

Tasha leaned over and kissed Zion's cheek, making him giggle. "He's gonna be walking on his own in no time," Tasha said, pride shining in her eyes.

Kierra watched them, her heart full. "I still can't believe we made this little human," she said, marveling at their son.

"We made him, and we're raising him together," Tasha said softly, her hand gently resting on Kierra's back. "I couldn't ask for a better partner in all of this."

Kierra smiled, her eyes welling up with emotion. "Me neither."

They sat in peaceful silence for a moment, watching Zion explore his surroundings. He crawled down from Kierra's lap and toddled over to one of his favorite toys, a little stuffed lion that he liked to carry around. His innocence and curiosity were mesmerizing.

As the day turned to evening, they settled Zion down for bed. Tasha rocked him gently, humming a lullaby as he drifted off to sleep. Kierra watched from the doorway, feeling a rush of love for both Tasha and their son. This was their life now—full of quiet moments, small victories, and immeasurable love.

Once Zion was sound asleep, they tiptoed out of his room and retreated to the living room. Tasha turned to Kierra, her gaze soft but serious. "I've been thinking..."

Kierra raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "About what?"

Tasha hesitated for a moment, glancing toward Zion's room before looking back at Kierra. "What do you think about having another baby?"

The question hung in the air between them, and Kierra blinked, taken aback. Her heart skipped a beat, and she could see the mixture of hope and vulnerability in Tasha's eyes.

"Another baby?" Kierra repeated, trying to process the idea.

Tasha nodded slowly, her fingers grazing the top of Kierra's hand. "I mean, not right away. But I've been thinking about it for a while. Zion's growing so fast, and I can't help but wonder what it'd be like to give him a sibling. To grow our family even more."