Chapter 57

ZAIA. I’m blanketed in warmth, and I snuggle against the firm chest in front of me, biting my lip when I

feel something hard poking my stomach. My core clenches and I arch my back, wanting something

between my thighs…

A deep husky growl rumbles in the chest before me and I let out a moan when a pair of lips touch my

neck. Oh, fuck yes…

I gasp in pleasure as they suck on my neck, his cock throbbing against my stomach, when I suddenly

freeze, my eyes snapping open. What am I doing?

“Sebastian…” Only it comes out as a horny moan. “Fuck…” He growls, his hand raking down my bare

back, my hardened nipples press against his chest and my heart thumps as I realise my dress is not

covering my breasts at all having moved out of position whilst I slept.

I love the way his body feels against mine, the promise of what he has to offer, the tantalising throb of

his manhood that is standing to attention, ready to be played with and pleasured by. We can’t do this

again…

“Sebastian, I have to go,” I say quietly, “I gently combing my fingers through the back of his hair. I bite

back a moan as I shy away from his touch.

He tenses as if just realising the situation we’re in. He moves back slowly, grunting slightly as he rolls

onto his back, and I quickly fix my dress, covering my breasts as I sit up. How did I even get into his

arms again?

I glance over at him, not knowing what to say, and realise his eyes are closed, one arm resting on his

forehead. He looks a little healthier today. I’m giving him mixed signals. I can’t fault him for his

reaction…

I don’t know what to say and glance at the bathroom. “Do you need any help?” I ask quietly. “Nothing

you can help me with,” he responds quietly.

“Ok, I’ll see you soon,” I say. I slide off the bed and rush to the door as fast as I can without breaking

into an actual run.

He doesn’t respond and I pause, glancing back at him to see him lower his pants. My stomach flutters,

and desire rushes through me as he pulls out his hard shaft. “Close the door on your way out.” He says

arrogantly, as he shamelessly runs his hand down his shaft.

My pussy clenches as my eyes dip to his manhood, and it takes all my willpower to turn away and walk

out of that room with burning cheeks and a pounding heart.

I close the door behind me. The last thing I hear is a low groan escape from him, my own body aching

for a release that I know I won’t get.

An hour later, I still feel a bit flustered, unable to remove that image of him stroking his dick from my

mind. The urge to get down on my knees and take his cock into my mouth is enticing.

Fuck… Focus Zaia!

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me Seb is up, Zaia!” I look up from where I am styling Sia’s hair into two

piggy tails when Jai pops his head in, his eyes are sparkling and he’s grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh? Have you seen him?” I ask, trying not to think of him stroking his cock. “Just now, Melanie asked

if I could take him breakfast.” He says, grinning. I can’t help but smile back. He reminds me of a kid on

Christmas.

“Things are looking up. Valerie is waking up and Bastien is healing.” I say, glancing out at the sky

before I look back at Jai as I put two little black bows in Sia’s hair.

It gives me strength too, knowing that things are looking up. “Yes! Damn, yeah, we got this.” He makes

a fist before he smiles at me, winking at Sia before he leaves.

She looks at me, raising her eyebrows.” Why is he so happy?” She asks in her cute little voice.

“Because those ill people are getting better,” Zion answers for me as he focuses on the boat he’s

building.

“Oh.” Sia nods in understanding and I take a deep breath. “So… you guys have met Aunty Valerie

today I want you to meet our other guest.” I begin.

“Who is he?” Zion asks, looking at me sharply. He’s been curious about Sebastian for a while… Has he

seen him or something?

“He’s…” I look down, beckoning Zion over to me. I look them both over, both a mix of Sebastian and I,

our little beautiful angels.

Sia is wearing a pretty little white lace dress with black collars and cuffs and two pearl buttons on her

neck and sleeve cuffs. She’s wearing matching black shoes and white knee-high socks.

Zion is in a white T-shirt with a wolf on it, black jeans, and black boots. I brush his black hair back and

look into those eyes that are just like his dad’s.

“Let’s sit down and have a little talk,” I suggest, wrapping my arms around their waists. I hoist them up,

making Zion chuckle and Sia shriek in excitement before bursting into a fit of giggles.

“Mommy is strong!” She laughs. “Yes, I am!” I say chuckling as I spin around once making them both

laugh before I place them both on the sofa and sit on the ground in front of them, crossing my legs.

“Now about that talk

…” I say, tugging at their cheeks gently.

“I don’t like big people talk,” Zion says, crossing his arms as he observes me. “Well, this is important,” I

say softly, with a warm smile. “It’s about the man. “Yes, I ask who he is already, and you always don’t

answer.” Zion huffs, shrugging dramatically.

I take both their hands in mine. I need them to know who he is before I take them into that room, but I

never realised it would be so hard.

I take a deep breath and nod. “Well, that’s because it was a surprise.” I begin quietly looking at Sia, her

grey eyes filled with curiosity as she tilts her head. “He is… He is your Daddy.” My voice is barely

above a whisper as I watch them.

In that moment, I realise how scared I am. Zion’s face instantly changes to a deep thoughtful frown,

whilst Sia stares at me, her eyes large and soon they begin to shine with unshed tears.

“My Daddy?” Sia is the first to speak. I nod, my own chest tightening with too many emotions. They

exchange looks, and Sia’s lips quiver before she buries her face in her hands and begins crying. “I

have a Daddy.” She whispers in a pitiful voice and I pull her into my arms, feeling a surge of guilt.

“Yes, you do, baby,” I whisper, rubbing her back as I look at Zion, who is staring at the ground sharply.

“Zion?” I whisper. He looks up at me, snapping out of his trance before punching his thigh. “I knew it!” I

look up sharply, my heart skipping a beat.

“What?” I ask. He doesn’t answer, jumping off the sofa and running to the door. “Let’s go meet him!”

“Zion baby, wait!” I say as I quickly stand up, carrying Sia, who clings to me as I hurry from the room.

Zion is already at Sebastian’s door, knocking on it by the time I reach him. I wanted to let Sebastian

know prior!

“Come in.” Sebastian’s deep voice comes.

“Zion, wait.” I whisper. Zion grins at me before turning the door handle and stepping inside.Sia hides

her face away as Zion stops in his tracks and looks at Sebastian, who is sitting on the bed.

He’s dressed in black pants, his white shirt is half-buttoned and his hair is wet. The smell of shampoo

and soap reaches my nose.

Did he shower? What about his injuries?

I don’t ask as I watch both father and son look at each other. Sebastian’s face is unreadable, but his

heart is thundering violently, giving away what he’s feeling.

“Zion.” Sebastian says, his gaze flickering from him to Sia to me before returning to our son.

Zion stands there, the sudden burst of confidence he had is gone as he stands there unsure. I’m about

to speak when Sebastian gets off the bed and kneels on one knee in front of him.I know he’s in pain,

but he isn’t showing any signs of it as he smiles at our son.

I can sense the sheer level of emotions that he’s experiencing right now, my own throat is choked up

and I can’t help but want to cry.

Right now, in this room, the four of us are together and I feel… complete.

“Hey,” Sebastian says, reaching for Zion’s hands. Zion looks up at him, his little heart beating strongly

as he steps back and balls his fist by his sides.

“Zion…” I say softly. He was so excited moments ago, Sebastian glances up at me as I step closer,

concerned; both of us unsure how to react to him.

Sebastian is about to say something when Zion looks up and finally speaks, but when he does, the

words he speaksbut when he does, the words he speaks in his little precious voice shatter my heart.

“Where have you been all my life, Daddy?”