Chapter 192 Long awaited

Looking up from her books, Bianca dimpled. Liam O’Grady, his big muscled body visible, for he was clad only in his boxers, strolled about, cooing to his son, who looked up at him, unblinkingly.

In his large hands, he held his son, Cian, carefully, like one would handle a piece of fragile glass.

“Look,” cried the Mafia Don in obvious excitement, “He knows his Daid!”

Bianca did an eye roll. She had told her Masters countless times that the baby could not see them, could only make out shapes and colours, perhaps.

But O’Grady swore that when his son looked up at him in that unwavering way, it was because he could SEE his Daidi.

He pronounced it in the good old Irish way, stretching out the syllables.

They looked adorable, she thought as she discarded her reading glasses and rose, patting her shorts and her large shirt. She had taken to wearing one or the other of her Masters’ shirts.

As she declared, so much easier to nurse Cian this way!”

And of course, her Masters did not take offence.