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As for me, I say goodbye and make my way back to an empty house.
Everything is dark, but the second I step in, the sensor lights turn on. My fingers itch to unbutton my shirt, desperate for a shower and change, but instead, I head toward my office and close the door behind me.
The Macallan bottle is sitting on my prized shelf of special occasion drinks. I pour myself a glass, opting to drink it neat.
With the glass in hand, I take a seat in my leather chair and glance at the screen in front of me.
If Hunter Cash finds out my grandson is his child, it will be the answer to the problem burdening him since the moment his grandfather left him the family trust.
Yeah, I know all about the will and the strings attached. It’s what happens when you pay enough to pull the right strings to get the truth.
And if he finds out, he will make sure his son is a part of his life, which will involve Alexandra. A man like him is not stupid. He will do anything to make sure he gets her back in bed as well.
My hands wrap around the glass, tight. I throw back the rest of the whisky, downing it all in one go.
I will, and always have, do anything to protect my family.
This time is no exception.
Alexandra may tell him he’s the father, but I’ll make damn sure he has no right to his son.
SIXTEEN
ALEXA
“Alexa, I’m sorry. This is all my fault.”
Beau sits next to me, squeezing my hand while Mom steps out to grab some breakfast. I suggested she go home to shower and change, which she gladly agreed to. It’s one thing to sleep in a hospital chair and another to sleep in it with yesterday's clothes.
“It’s not your fault, okay? It was time for him to come.”
“Really? Because Millie said, the shock of the accident made you go into early labor.”
There are dark circles around Beau’s eyes from the lack of sleep and constant worry over what happened. He’s dressed in a black tee and jeans, and if I’m not mistaken, he looks extra cut up in the arms, like he’s been hitting the gym non-stop. Probably to impress all the women waiting at his door. Don’t get all jealous now. Your hormones are so fucked up.
But, I’ll admit, I wasterrified.
Opening my eyes to see my car against the tree, combined with the pain coming from my lower body, I knew I needed to call for help or I was in big trouble. In my state of panic, I called Dad because he’s the strongest person I know and would get me the help I needed.
Dad finding me was a miracle in itself. The rest of what happened is now a giant blur. I don’t remember pushing the baby or even him coming out. All I remember is how I felt when Dad placed him in my arms—complete.
“You need rest,” I tell him softly, relishing in his touch as he continues to hold my hand. I missed him so much, not realizing how much until right now.
“No, I need to be with you. I need to make sure you’re okay.”
“Still stubborn, Romano,” I tease.
“No teasing.” He manages to grin. “You might strain a muscle or something.”
I glance over and stare at my son. It’s still so surreal to call him my son. I’d heard of people, mainly my sisters, telling me once you hold your own baby, your whole life changes. I had no clue what they meant until it happened to me.
Everything about him is perfect. His ten tiny fingers to his ten tiny toes. The bunch of brown hair on his head makes him look like he’s wearing a toupee. The way his nose is like a little button on top of his perfect little lips. He’s way too cute and perfect.
And then, his name—Elijah Edwards.
Before I told anyone his name, I made sure to ask Aunt Adriana and Andy if they were okay with it.
Aunt Adriana rocks the baby back and forth while Andy stands beside her with a smile.
