Chapter 213
Chapter 213:
I’d never ask my husband. It wasn’t my place, and I slept better at night not knowing what he did for a living. Well, actually, I did know what he did, but I preferred not to ask questions and confirm what I’d overheard whenever his men were too busy talking, not noticing that I was around to hear their shady conversations.
“Zal, you can’t be serious? He’s just a baby!” I nudged my husband away from the passenger door and picked up the little boy.
The baby’s clothes were dirty, and his body felt underweight when I took him in my arms.
Then my eyes fell to his diaper bag, and that was when I saw it. “Zal, babe, is that a letter p>
“Um… I think so,” Zal looked at me with the kid, his eyes darting back and forth between me, the little boy, and the letter.
“I think it’s safe for you to read it, then we’ll go from there?” A cold gust of wind made the little boy nuzzle closer to my chest. It was strange that I’d never once considered having a child, but in that moment, the skinny toddler in my arms made me question myself.
“Come on, we can read it inside and decide what we’re going to do,” I suggested, continuing towards the house while Zal carried the diaper bag and the letter.
“It says his name is Zeke, but we can change it if we decide to keep the boy. And… and he’s one year old.
The mother is seventeen, and she wanted a better life for the baby.” Zal cursed as he scanned the rest of the letter, mumbling something about the people he took care of earlier being in their thirties.
“Zal, why don’t you call your men, check where you last parked your car, and review the security cameras?” I suggested, knowing what he would normally do. Somehow, Zeke’s presence had slowed his usual quick-thinking.
“I’m going to see what we have for this boy. I may need to get Felicity to shop and have one of your men deliver the items here in the morning p>
“We’re keeping him?” Zal almost squeaked. I’d have laughed if the frightening look on his face wasn’t so genuine.
“Zal, my lovely gangster husband,” I placed a hand on his jaw before kissing him. “Zeke is just a baby. Stop looking at him like someone planted a bomb in our home p>
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“But he… but we were supposed to p>
“Call your men, then take a shower while I call Felicity and ask her for guidance, so we can both get a good night’s sleep after this, okay p>
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Two hours later, we had settled the baby in a nest of blankets on the floor by our bed, surrounded by sofa cushions that Zal had brought from the living room. It was both hilarious and cute to watch how Zal seemed almost afraid that keeping the baby overnight with us might do more harm than good.
“Maybe the baby should sleep with us? I mean, it’s not cold or anything, I just… do you think he might be lonely sleeping on the floor alone p>
I bit my lip to stop myself from smiling too hard. My husband was too adorable for his own good. How could someone so ruthless in life be so thoughtful toward a sleepy baby, who I had no doubt appreciated being cleaned, fed, and warm?
“How about I take care of you for a minute? You’ve been so wonderful with the baby, and then I’ll take him to sleep with us.” Before he could say anything, I moved to straddle his thigh. He was about to moan when I silenced him with a kiss.
“Ssh… we have to be really quiet. We don’t want to wake the baby, do we?” I smirked and began kissing his neck, trailing my kisses downward.
“Oscar p>
“Ssh… I know, love,” he whispered. My hand moved lower, stroking his cock over his sweatpants. I grinned when I found that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.