Chapter 289 Raven’s Choice

Kael’s POV

Keeping Raven in his place on the bed, and covering him with a warm blanket, I turned to Eira, “Get in.”

She got on the bed and I covered her as well. She turned to Raven and started to gently pat his head, her expressions soft.

Turning off the lights, I climbed the bed as well and slept next to her. She didn’t mind; it seemed as if she had already expected me to sleep next to her.

I slid my hand under her neck and the other wrapped around her as I left no distance between us. Her slender body pressed against my muscular one. How small she felt when I held her like this. So fragile, as if anything could break her easily. How must have her small body endured all that abuse for so many years.

Even after I knew what I did with her that night in the hotel, I had no intention of staying away from her, Staying away wouldn’t wash that pain away, so I could only make up for it by showing my love and affection to her.

I watched her finger continued to gently caress through Raven’s hair, lost in her thoughts.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked, my voice soft.

Back in the Roman’s room, we all were talking but she was only silent. But I could tell behind that silence so many things were going on in her mind as well, and I needed to start knowing them. She was yet not used to talking and expressing her mind openly. Maybe because all these years no one was there to hear her, so silence was only thing she could offer.

“You can tell me,” I insisted.

“I was thinking when will Raven start talking and call me mommy?” her voice was low and soft.

“Soon.”

She hummed, and there was silence again.

“Kael?”

It was surprising how easily she called me by my name.

“Hmm?” I responded.

“Have you truly found our son?” she asked. “You were not saying it just to make me feel better.”

She called him ’our son’? Finally.

“I didn’t lie. I have indeed found him,” I assured her.

She turned silent once more before saying, “Where had those people taken him? That witch, she allowed you to take him away?”

“He was with our enemy pack,” I replied. “About witch, we didn’t find any. But Lucian and Jason did everything they could to bring him back. We found him thanks to them.”

Probably wondering what to ask, after a moment of silence she asked again. “How is he? Does he eat well? Is he quiet like Raven or he likes to throw tantrums, or maybe naughty or…”

I could feel her voice turning heavy with emotions.

My gaze followed Raven from above Eira’s head. I answered her question. “He is a silent, well-behaved child, and smart as well. He looks more like me, but there is a softness like you as well. We are fortunate to have such a lovely child.”

“Did you tell him you are his dad? That he has a mother?” she asked again.

“No. I haven’t told him yet,” I said. “I plan to tell him after he knows about his mother. After he accepts you as his mother.”

“You don’t have to wait for me. You can go ahead and tell him, so at least he will have someone of his own.”

“He finds me as his own even without telling him the truth that I am his dad. Don’t worry. When that day comes, he will get his mom and dad the same day.”

“Then I will get better faster so you don’t have to wait because of me,” she said.

Her words touched my heart. This conversation felt like we were at least somewhere together on some matter, matter of our kids.

“And I will help you in that.” My fingers entwined with hers as my hand rested over hers in a comforting hold. “We all will.”

She hummed and I held her in a firm hold, letting the heat from my body seep into her cold one.

She was sleepy. I pecked on her head. “It’s late. You should sleep.”

—–

The next morning Raven and I had woken up and Eira was still sleeping. Both of us made sure to not make any noise and continued our routine after waking up.

“Mommy is carrying a baby so she needs to sleep for both of them,” I whispered to Raven, “Let her sleep more.”

My son was an amazingly understanding kid. The more I looked at him, the more I felt like thanking god for giving him to me.

Both of us returned from the bathroom, Raven in his bathrobe and I wrapped in the towel. I opened the wardrobe for Raven so he could choose his clothes. It had been Eira who decided clothes for us, but now she was sleeping so we had to do it on our own.

I picked Raven in my arms so he could see the clothes.

“Which one do you want to wear?” I asked.

He looked through the clothes hung on hangers and some arranged neatly folded. But his gaze stopped at one bag which still had clothes—clothes Eira chose for him. But she didn’t remove them out and arrange them on the shelf, thinking Raven didn’t like cute kind of clothes.

She even asked me to return it, but I kept it, waiting for just this day. I knew one day Raven would accept her affection as well. As a kid, he should develop affection towards the things meant for the kids of his age.

“Which one,” I asked, not showing I knew where he was looking.

He finally pointed towards the bag.

I placed him on the floor and handed him that bag. He went through it and pulled out a light yellow T-shirt which had a baby bear print on it.

He quietly put the bag aside and wore the clothes.

“That’s cute,” I said in a low voice, appreciating his choice.

Well, he indeed looked cute.

Raven went to stand in front of the mirror while I decided to take clothes for myself. Just then Eira stirred in her sleep. I looked at her, “Good morning.”

Seeing me already having bathed, she looked at the clock after rubbing her eyes. “I slept till late.”

“It’s alright. You can sleep more,” I assured her as I went to her.

“I am not sleepy.” She sat up in the bed. “Where’s Raven…” but her eyes already caught him standing at the mirror.

Raven turned to look at her, only to have her eyes widened in surprise. Obviously, he was wearing clothes she bought.

She looked at me. “You didn’t have to force him…”

“I haven’t. He chose these on his own,” I explained.

Eira looked back at him, her eyes moist. “You look beautiful in everything you wear,” she said with a smile, suppressing her emotions in front of a child. “How much I adore you, can never be enough.”

Raven was silent, maybe unsure how to react to her affection.

In response, he returned to the wardrobe, pulled out the rest of the clothes from the bag and arranged them in the wardrobe. No words, but his actions were enough.

Damn! When he grows up and has a mate, I am sure he would be a perfect partner for his mate. Even at this age he understands how to win over others just by actions. I am going to be a proud father.

Eira’s eyes were teary as she watched him. She didn’t know what to say or do.

Raven seemed lost as well to see her tears.