Jailbird

~Part 2: Chapter 30~

Zedlin

I was going to fùck the shít out of her when I got out of here.

My eyes followed Sienna's body as she swayed and danced goofily to 'baby shark' with Nathan. I didn't know how many times he'd asked her to play that goddàmn song that was starting to make my head hurt, but she played it and danced with him every time.

And around the fourth time, my dirty mind started to wander.

Of course, I loved moments like this with my son, but a guy living out a five year prison sentence could only stay off of sexual subjects for so long.

I was fùcking suffering.

My hands were mediocre, a serious disappointment in comparison to what I knew her pùssy could do to me instead.

And not to mention that seeing her just be an amazing mother and being strong enough to put all the other bullshít she had going on behind her.

That strong independent woman shít literally made my balls ache with need.

God, I couldn't wait to get out of here.

"Daddy shark, doo doo doo doo doo doo! Daddy shark—"

That was my dàmn cue...

I stretched out my arms and smacked my hands together, making Nate laugh with glee. He was such a happy kid and I'd do everything in my power to make sure he stayed that way.

"Daddy! Look! Look!" Nathan yelled into the camera and suddenly started cartwheeling all over the place, all of the other shark members of the family forgotten.

Kids were so easily distracted.

"Whoa, dude look at you! Be careful so you don't hit mommy!" I said on a chuckle, because it was ironic really.

Here I was telling my son to be careful with his mother when I was sitting here thinking of all the ways that I wasn't going to be careful with her.

Sienna giggled and shook her head as we both watched Nate do cartwheel after cartwheel. No wonder the kid was always passed out when I called. He was like a firecracker on steroids.

Poor Sienna, because I was mentally tired just watching him.

Suddenly, Sienna grabbed the iPad and brought it closer to her. Her smile wide and eyes bright.

"Your son is a lot to handle, as you can tell. Think you can keep up with him, babe?" She rose a challenging brow.

I snorted, "I do nothing but workout, so my stamina has improved. Nate doesn't stand a chance wearing me out."

Neither did she, but that was gonna stay my little secret.

Her free hand came up and pushed the curly mass of her hair away from her face. And dàmn, I loved that hair of hers.

"You say that now," she laughed and then suddenly looked away from the camera.

Nathan shrieked loudly in the background, "Papa!"

The camera angle jostled a little as Sienna repositioned it back onto the table it usually sat on.

"My man!! Come here!" I could hear my dad yell happily.

I was convinced he loved my kid more than he loved me.

He came into view with Nathan clutched in his arms, attacking him with tickles and kisses.

And I couldn't deny the fact that my chest ached in a good and bad way. Good to see my son having my dads love, but bad because I felt a tiny pinch of jealousy.