Page 94 of Thin Lives

But she loved his words the most.

Fucking take that cock and scream a little louder for me, baby.

Yeah, she probably liked that the most.

Emma

“Ah, the principe is sleeping today, I see,” Ray said.

Emma had all she could do not to lean away from the man and keep her son from being touched by yet another person as Ray bent down to stroke the baby’s cheek with two fingers.

“For once,” Affonso grumbled at Emma’s side.

Before he said anything else, he shoved his mouth full of food. Emma figured that was a smart thing of him to do.

“Come on, boss,” Ray said jokingly, “he’s a baby.”

“He cries too much.”

Emma didn’t even bother to hide the glare she leveled on Affonso. “His two bottom teeth are bothering him. It’s not his fault.”

“I hear Tylenol works wonders for that, wife.”

She chose not to respond to that nonsense.

Affonso’s idea of placating Cross when he was unhappy or uncomfortable was to medicate him until the child slept and couldn’t bother him with his crying and whining. Emma didn’t mind giving the baby medicine for a fever if he needed it, but his teething hadn’t actually given him a fever.

And for the most part, he was happy to chew on cold things.

Cross was easy to please.

Affonso, on the other hand, was fucking unbearable.

“I see lots of people showed up,” Ray noted.

Emma was just doing her best to ignore the eyes watching her. Too many, really.

Affonso nodded, and wiped his mouth with a napkin. “It’s nice to see the place filled on its first day open.”

Passing a look around the brand new restaurant, Emma recognized quite a few faces. It was just luck that Affonso opened the doors to the new place on the same day that Cross turned two months old. Her husband decided to throw a dinner party at the restaurant for the baby’s milestone. It was one of his few public outings since his birth.

Affonso rarely allowed Emma to leave the house with the baby in tow. She knew it had something to do with the Irish and all that nonsense, but she suspected it also had something to do with the fact Calisto was still MIA.

The fact that she couldn’t take her son with her to do even the simplest and safest of daily tasks often meant Emma chose not to do anything at all but stay home with the baby. She didn’t trust Affonso not to pick up Cross and go out with him, never to return.

Maybe she was being dramatic.

She still wouldn’t put it past Affonso.

Snuggled in her lap, Cross slept with his blanket half tossed over his head to keep the sunlight of the day out of his eyes. He’d barely even twitched when Ray touched him. Emma ran her hand over his soft hair, smoothing out the few wayward strands.

“The teething will pass,” Ray told Affonso.

Affonso still didn’t look all too pleased. “I didn’t have to deal with this nonsense before.”

“The girls must have—”

“I stayed away,” Affonso interrupted Emma with a lift of one brow.