CHAPTER 235: THE LITTLE HEIR

–Damon–

Making love to my wife all over again—it never satisfies me. I could go for hours and still crave her. I bet our son is already crying in the other house. Reality hits me: I have to work. Caine and Deanne have been engaged for months now, and she’s pregnant.

I need to handle business so Caine can focus on the wedding without worrying.

By morning, we headed back to the other house. The living room was complete chaos—screaming babies everywhere.

"Daddy!" Zendaya cried out. I picked her up, and she instantly stopped crying.

"I’m sorry, Zendy. Mommy and Daddy were on their honeymoon." I told her gently.

"Ha?" She looked up at me, confused—then continued to cry dramatically.

"It’sss okay, Zendy. It’s okay." Zayvier comforted his sister, rubbing her back.

"Mama!" Sky crawled toward Livana even though he could walk. He cried dramatically, but the moment she lifted him, he stopped and snuggled into her neck.

I sat down next to Zayvier, who still patted his sister patiently. It wasn’t the first time that Laura and Damien left them for a night or two, but they obviously missed their parents.

"We will be leaving tomorrow," I told Ines, who nodded.

"Sure. I can disguise myself and take care of the kids," she said firmly.

"We’ll be staying in your mansion," I added.

"Okay, that’s great," she nodded again.

"Nana, foodie, please," Zayvier held Ines’s hand.

"Of course, my handsome boy. We’ll prepare your snack." Ines led him to the kitchen while Zendaya waved after him.

"Are you calm now?" I asked Zendaya. She nodded. Livana pulled out tissue and handed it to me, and I wiped her tears gently.

"We’ll be home tomorrow," I reassured her. She nodded, trusting me completely.

"Can we take the kids to the garden?" I asked Livana.

"Yes, of course."

I carried Zendaya out to the garden. It was designed like a pavilion—surrounded by bushes and blooming flowers, private and peaceful.

"Wow!" Zendaya exclaimed.

Ines came with a tray of snacks for the kids and a late breakfast for me and my wife. I helped her set them down. The garden had swings and slides, wide enough for them to run around without bumping into each other.

I sat down and ate breakfast with my wife while the kids played. Jane was already up in her apron; I figured she’d been working on lunch preparations.

I reached for my wife’s hand, admiring the engagement ring and wedding ring that still fit her perfectly.

"Three more babies?" Livana asked, eyes glimmering.

"Yes, please," I murmured, kissing her hand.

Logan entered—thick sunglasses, shirtless, flaunting all the bite marks proudly. This bastard really liked showing off.

"We got it!" I called out. "We get it, Logan—you’ve been tricking Jane every night!"

Logan turned and ran his fingers through his hair.

"I didn’t trick her. It’s simply my charm," he said smugly. Livana burst out laughing while Jane hit him with her slipper. He casually picked it up and slid it back onto her foot.

"They’re sweet together," I whispered to Livana. She giggled, though Jane looked like she hated every second of it.

"Flower!" Zendaya ran toward Livana, showing off a bloom.

"Yes, that’s a periwinkle," Livana said.

"Pepiwinkle." Zendaya repeated proudly, handing it to Livana before running back to her brother. "Pepwinkle!" she declared over the matching flowers.

"We need a daughter," I murmured. Livana nodded.

"Pie!" Zayvier shouted, and I watched the three of them gather around their little table. Jane served pies, fruits, and juice.

"We can live like this," I told Livana, kissing her hand.

"Yes, we can." She fed me another piece of bacon. "Eat more, my love."

And I did. One word from my wife is my command.

For the rest of the morning, I watched her work in the other house. Deanne and Sophia were working as well. Somewhere in the background, Lancaster’s people slept or existed like silent shadows.

My genius wife—and the two ladies—commanded everything while on calls, while also playing chess on what seemed like a transparent touch-screen glass table.

I hugged my wife from behind and kissed her cheek. This was their operation—protecting the Blackwell Empire with their technology. And somehow, I had fallen even deeper in love with her.

"We can’t focus with your PDA," Sophia complained.

I only nodded and sat on Lore’s swivel chair, watching my wife work. She looked unbelievably sexy in her glasses.

I kissed her shoulder while she kept typing.

"This is wrong. You shouldn’t bring your husband here," Deanne grumbled.

Hours passed. Meals came in and out of the room from my mother-in-law. The three barely ate. I had to feed my wife myself—she was too focused, like she was competing in some high-stakes tournament.

Finally, the three stood up, stretching. My wife settled over my lap. I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face into her neck. I just couldn’t get enough of her. I still couldn’t believe she was here with me.

"Let’s go," Deanne scolded. "We have to leave, right?"

Command White entered the room in his usual suit.

"I’ll take over," he said in that deep, resonant voice. "Boss Liv."

"Yes?" Livana stood, pulling me with her.

"I already cleared up your trails," he informed her.

"Thank you," she replied.

We left through the tunnel and returned to the other house. Livana gave Sky and the twins more kisses. Deanne would be joining us; as for Ines, they had an emergency to resolve.

I hated letting Livana out of my sight, but this was what we’d agreed on. I couldn’t risk their location.

"I’ll come to you," she whispered, kissing my cheek.

"I’ll wait for you," I murmured.

I sat beside my son as Sky waved at Livana like he knew the drill already.

Deanne took the passenger seat while Logan drove. We pulled out of the garage. My wife waved goodbye.

My chest felt heavy again. I feared waking up one day and not seeing her by my side.

I held Sky’s left hand, looking down at him. He pouted and nibbled on the snack he held in his other hand—something he picked up from the kitchen.

"What are you eating?" I asked. He extended the churros to my lips. "No, thank you."

"Auntie made a lot of it," Deanne said. She pulled out a plastic container full of churros and handed it to me.

"No, thank—"

Before I could finish, my adorable son grabbed another churros and stuffed his mouth while already chewing the one in his right hand.

"At least Sky has a big appetite," Deanne teased.

"When will I see my wife again?" I asked numbly.

"Soon. They need to arrange a few things," she said with a shrug. I wondered what arrangement it was.

When we got home, Laura was waiting by the staircase. The twins squealed in excitement. Sky did the same, matching their energy.

Jane opened the van and put the twins down one by one. I hopped out and picked up my son, whose face and hands were covered with cinnamon sugar.

Laura hugged her twins and then burst out laughing when she saw Sky’s sticky face.

"Why haven’t you wiped his face?" she asked. "And oh—I like your look today."

"Thanks," I muttered.

I took my son inside and straight to the bathroom to wash him. Then, I brought him upstairs to our bedroom and changed his clothes.

I grabbed my phone and called Caine. He probably had no idea Deanne was pregnant—it was better to call him.

"Hello!" Caine exclaimed. "This must be serious if you called me!"

"Come home. Deanne’s here in the mansion."

"Which mansion?"

"Liva and Laura’s," I answered casually.

"Got it! I’ll be there in a flash!"

I hung up, tossed my phone, and checked on my son’s clothes. He followed me, opened the drawer like he knew exactly what he needed, picked up his shirt, and handed it to me.

I put it on him, and he clapped proudly.

"That’s very smart of you, Sky." I kissed his cheek and lifted him up.

I headed to my office, sitting down with Sky on my lap.

"This time, we’ll work while waiting for Mommy."

"Mama!" he clapped.

"That’s right. The boys need a break from work for their girlfriends, and we will work."

"Yay!" he clapped again.

"You need a high chair for working."

I reached for the tablet and searched online. Then I called Kai to buy it—a wooden high chair specifically for the office and for the baby.

"For now, sit right here on my lap while we work."

I showed him the data on the current shipment. It was a twenty-million-dollar deal. He obviously wouldn’t understand it, but he’s my heir. He will take over this business soon. The true family business.

We were completely absorbed in work when suddenly the door swung open and Jane stood there, frowning.

"He’s an infant, he can’t work yet," she scolded, arms crossed. "Come on, Sky. You need to eat."

Only then did I notice my son’s droopy eyes and sluggish movements. We must have really overworked him.

"It’s past snack time!" she continued, scolding me again as she placed a tray of snacks on my desk. She lifted Sky from my lap and he yawned, giving me a sleepy wave.

Wow. Just... wow. I literally just got scolded by my own employee.