Nick

*****Nikita POV*****

~Three years later~

My chubby bundle of chaos runs into the study giggling with Becca running behind him. I can’t help but smile as I get off my chair and pick him up. His sticky fingers wrap around my neck and a wet kiss lands on my cheeks. This is heaven.

“What are you doing to aunt Becca?”

He giggles more, an infectious sound that has completely changed my whole world. I can’t believe I ever wanted him dead. Just the thought of it sends chills down my spine and leaves me with the guilt I can’t wash off.

“Nick don’t want dress.”

I laugh. It’s like this every morning. My son gets chased around the house by everyone and he loves every moment of it.

“And why is that, Cuteness?”

He shakes his head and pouts his tiny mouth. “Don’t want to.”

“You might not look like her but you inherited your mother’s stubbornness,” Becca says, amused.

I stick my tongue at her. Nick looks nothing like me. The only Davi physical appearance he has is my father’s eyes. That’s why I na