Chapter 14

Horace pov.

I was in Ethan’s room, playing with him, when my mind flashed back to the event of the previous night.

I walked into Ethan’s room and saw them sleeping peacefully beside each other.

My heart melted as I walked closer to her.

At first, I had only wanted to pull a comforter over her, but then, the scene began to wonderful.

Like a complete family. So, I had to join in. I lay beside her gently and in no time fell deeply asleep, something I hadn’t been able to do easily in a long while.

It was the best sleep I had had in years.

The thought brought a smile to my lips, just as another thought entered my head.

“So you Ethan son, look at me.”

He turned to face me, still laughing from a shattered Lego he had built.

When he finally settled down, I started.

“So you like Elena very much, huh?”

He first looked at me like I said something strange before replying.

“I like Mama very much.” He mumbled, going back to building his Lego toys.

“Of course, mama,” I muttered, my heart melting again.

Just then, Elena’s voice sounded through the long hallway.

“Horace. Horace, where are you?”

I got up, just as she barged in, almost tripping over a toy. Excitement spread all over her face.

“Careful so you don’t hurt yourself.”

I said, eager to know the reason behind the excitement.

“It’s true. I was right.” She repeated.

“Oh wow. Come on, tell me, what is it?”

I asked, cracking my brain to guess the reason.

“The results of the tests just came into my phone and…”

“And…” I followed.

She swallowed hard. “I was right. Our baby doesn’t have any form of cancer.”

I stilled. Shocked.

“Wait. Are you sure? Like a hundred percent certain?”

I asked. Unable to believe what my ears were hearing.

“Yes. Here.” She handed her phone over to me.

I grabbed it hurriedly, going through the content.

And sure enough, she was right.

The test results they did clearly showed that Ethan, my son, had no cancer.

Never even had any form of cancer.

My heart drops, excitement looming all over.

I flung my face to meet hers, in the excitement of the moment, I marched towards her in sharp, quick strides.

My intention was to lift her up and hug her tightly. But I did something completely different.

Something I had wanted to do for a long time, but felt forced to pull back.

Until now. I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I just had to succumb to this feeling.

I’ll deal with whatever comes from it later.

And with that,

I crashed my mouth into hers.

She returned it. Our tongues interweave with each other, each fighting for dominance over the other.

I grabbed her waist closer, as if I wanted to enter her or pull her soul into my body. Her hand found the back of my neck, pulling hard, like she had the same idea.

The kiss lasted for what felt like forever, my wolf threatening to break free and into her. Until we heard a tiny giggling voice beneath us.

“Mama. Papa.” Ethan’s tiny voice pulled us back from cloud nine. Our eyes slowly opened, and when they found each other, she pulled away quickly, but not before I caught a flicker of regret in them.

“Uhhhh.” She mumbled, reaching for Ethan. “Hi, baby, sorry about that, baby. You weren’t supposed to see that.”

He giggled more. “Papa and mama muahh.”

He said, kissing her cheek.

She laughed nervously. “Oh my gosh, Ethan. You’re something else.”

I just stood, watching her. Her trembling fingers. The way her chest heaved up and down repeatedly, and as she did everything possible to avoid my gaze.

I chuckled. “This should be fun,” I muttered.

Reaching for Ethan.

She handed him over. Still not daring to look at me.

“Did you hear that, boy? Mama found out that you aren’t sick.

He nodded happily, unaware of how dire the situation even was.

“Alright, boy, go play.”

I said, dropping him back with his toys.

I turned back to her, going closer to her. She took a step back. I did the same. The cycle continued until she landed her back against the wall.

With nowhere else to run, I hover over her small figure, covering her completely.

I found her trembling hands, holding them against her will. “You don’t know what blessing you’ve given me. Thank you very much, Elena.” I said.

“It’s fine. I’m just doing my job. Which is what I actually came here. That and nothing more.” She lied, almost breathlessly.

I smirked. “Don’t tell me you’re shy, Elena,” I said, holding her hand close to my chest.

“W—what?” She muttered, still not looking at me, just tugging at her trapped hand against my chest.

I went closer, my full face to the side of hers, breathing gently into her hair.

She stiffened.

“It’s fine, Lena. We’re in Ethan’s room.”

Her lashes fluttered. “What does that mean?” She finally managed to ask.

I smirked. “It means you’re safe. I’m not going to bite…At least not in here.” I added, tracing my fingers over her warm, exposed arm.

She scoffed breathlessly. She shoved me away with whatever strength she could muster before dashing out of the room quickly.

“What’s the point of running? We still have things to discuss,” I said, chuckling in pure satisfaction.

I called Ethan’s nanny back into his room before leaving for hers.

I thought she would lock her door, but to my surprise, she didn’t. I pushed it open, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Then I walked towards the balcony that came with her room and saw her standing there, gasping for air.

When she turned and caught sight of me. The professional side returned.

“Little Miss Professional,” I teased. “You didn't finish your news, nor did you take back your phone,” I said, handing her her phone.

“I’m sorry,” she replied, taking it from me, “That wasn’t very professional of me. And you’re right on the news part. So he doesn’t have cancer. What he has is just a cyst, and it is very treatable.

I’ll do the surgery myself, and he should be fine.”

“Isn’t he too young, though, for that?” I asked, concerned.

“Oh, not at all. It’s a very simple and easy procedure. Won’t even take too long to handle,” she replied.

“Alright, fine. Let’s do it. The sooner the better, I guess.”

She nodded, trying not to look at my face.

I decided not to tease her anymore.

Perhaps it was enough for the moment.

I’d have to push it to later; for now, I had to look into the bastard who dared diagnose my son with such a false thing. Making the little boy go through months of unneeded treatments.

And it was clear whoever did was also responsible for making sure the doctors kept lying to me.

Whoever they were, I would find all of them and deal with them one by one.

Myself.