Chapter 43
Ellie is silent as I slide her into the seat behind me, and Hudson is sound asleep in his carrier beside her, tucked up in a little blue blanket.
I ignored all her grumblings about what she wanted packed, opting to leave everything behind while, unbeknownst to her, I placed a call back home informing Kai to instruct Rosalita to buy everything her heart desires for another little one and to have Oliver choose something too.
“What about all my clothes?” I glance in the rearview mirror at her pouting.
I scoff. “You barely had anything. None of it worth keeping.”
“Some of those rompers I loved on Hudson.” The fact she’s acting so bratty over fucking clothes pisses me off, and the fact she had the time with Hudson without me, infuriates me.
I slam my palm on the steering wheel. “Then I’ll buy fucking new we both love on him.”
She swallows. “You’re right. I’m sorry. How’s Oliver doing?” Her voice quivers on my son’s name, and I can’t find it in me to take pity on her. She left my little boy without the only mother figure he knew, and I had to lie to my son and tell him she was on vacation, hoping the vacation would be a short one, not fucking months and a baby brother coming back with her.
“He hates you,” I spit, interjecting my own feelings on her.
Her loud sob fills the SUV, and my body floods with a dire need to reassure her. Fuck!
I clear my throat. “He doesn’t hate you.”
She sniffles and swipes at her eyes, but the tears flow thicker, faster, and I hate myself for her pain.
“He was sad you went on vacation without him.”
I look at her pointedly, and she nods. “It hurt me so much to leave him, Rafael.”
My jaw tics, and I snipe back. “Yet you did it anyway.”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Her words deliver a surge of arousal to my cock, but I shake it off, turn up the music, and ignore her choked sobs as she cradles her legs to her chest and buries her head into them.
I have my family back now, and nobody will take it from me.