Nineteen
Erin
The next day Oscar goes back to work. He told me if I needed him to let him know. I’m getting a bit of cabin fever, so I decided to cure that by taking Charlie out of the house. I figured I could take him out to the park, and then lunch.
I take three guards with me, knowing if I don’t it will give Oscar a coronary.
I end up buying lots of clothes for Charlie since he has almost outgrown the clothes he is in now.
“Ready to go eat?”
I ask Charlie as I buckle him in.
“I eat.”
I smile, kissing his cheek.
“Alright let’s go,”
I tell him. I listen as Charlie babbles the whole way to lunch. When we get there, I’m shocked when instead of the driver opening the door it is my overbearing pain in the ass husband.
“Well, hello. Did you have fun shopping?”
he asks as he lifts Charlie out of his car seat.
“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”
“As the boss, I can take my lunch whenever, I want, especially when I can take my family to lunch,”
he says, extending his hand and helping me down from the SUV. I take it but keep my glare on him. The cocky asshole does nothing but give me his big smile.
“Uh-huh.”
“Come on, let’s go get this little dude fed,” he says.
“I eat,”
Charlie tells Oscar.
We walk inside with Oscar holding Charlie with one hand and his other is wrapped around my waist. We are immediately escorted to a table, and within minutes we have our drinks, and our food has been ordered.
“Alright, cough it up. Why did you really meet us for lunch?”
“What? A husband enjoy a lunch with his wife and son?”
“Oscar,” I growl.
To which the fucker responds.
“Erin.”
“I swear you are the most-”
“Handsome and sexiest man you have ever met,”
he cuts me off.
“Try the most overprotective, pain in my a-butt that I have ever met.”
“I knew you liked my butt.”
“Oscar, I swear you are asking to sleep on the couch.”
“Go ahead and try.”
“I will lock you out.”
“Do you think a lock will stop me from sleeping with you? You can try.”
“Cocky fucker,”
I mouth to him.
“Tell Mamaí that Daidí needs to sleep with her so I can be a big brother.”
He tells Charlie.
“Oscar! Seriously.”
“What?”
“Don’t be saying that stuff to him. He will soon be repeating things.”
“Well, we want a baby. Right, Charlie?”
“Baby,”
Charlie says and I just glare at Oscar.
We stop arguing when the food arrives. I go to cut up Charlie’s food, Oscar stops me.
“Eat, I will feed him.”
I nod and start to eat as I watch Oscar cut up Charlie’s food and help him eat. They hold the fork together as Charlie takes a bite. I smile, Oscar might be an asshole and drive me up the wall but he is a damn good father. I love how he praises him, and when he is with Charlie, he gives Charlie all of his attention.
It will be the reason Charlie will flourish when he gets older. Peter and Grace did a damn good job raising Oscar, and it shows it in the way Oscar is raising Charlie.
After we have lunch, Oscar buckles Charlie into the car seat.
“I will see you later. Be good for mommy.”
“Mamaí.”
“Yes, you have the prettiest mommy in the world. I need you to be a good boy.”
Charlie smiles and nods before he starts playing with his lion.
“Let me know when you get home.”
“Like you won’t be notified by the guards or be tracking us the whole way home.”
“Your sassiness is sexy as hell, Aingeal.”
“Bye, horn dog.”
“Your horn dog. Now give me a kiss.”
“Hmmm, should I?”
“Woman, come over here and give me a damn kiss,”
he says as he wraps his arm around my waist. I can’t help but laugh as he brings me to his chest. Before I can reply, he leans down and gives me a kiss.
“Now you can go,”
he says breaking away from the kiss, he helps me in the SUV, as I’m stepping into the SUV he smacks me on the ass.
“Really?”
“What it was calling my name.”
“Whatever you say. Bye.”
“Bye love you both.”
he says, before he closes the door, I watch as he stands there watching us pull away before he climbs inside of his car.
KAAN
“Patron seniň paketiň bar.”
(Boss you have a package)
“Bu name.”
(What is it?)
“Hi? hili pikirim yok. Onuň üstünde adyň bilen gelip.”
(No idea. Showed up with your name on it.)
I nod and go grab the package from the soldier. I cut it open.
“?ol oň?uklylar ?li bolup.”
(Those motherfuckers are fucking dead)
“Juda gynandym ogul. S?z bery?rin seniň ?lümiň biderek bolmaz, .”
(I’m so sorry son. I promise your death will not be in vain)