Jailbird

~Part 2: Chapter 34~

Zedlin

I opened my eyes in the morning and the first thing I saw was my son curled up in a ball tightly.

His dark blonde hair was messy, while his mouth was open allowing his soft snores to fall out into the silence.

What a handsome kid I helped make. Insane to think that he was half of me and half of Sienna.

I reached out and couldn't help myself as I stroked his little cheek. The smoothness of his skin relaxed me and I smiled as I realized sleeping next to my son was the only reason I was nightmare free last night.

Usually I had nightmares and they all revolved around losing the people that I loved the most.

But last night was a different sleeping experience that I hadn't had in the last four years.

Unfortunately, it was definitely different than my most pleasant dreams, too, but it was fine now that I was back and ready to play.

Nathaniel suddenly shuffled around smacking his lips together and throwing out his little foot, landing it right onto my balls.

"Fùck, kid!" I groaned loudly, thankfully not even disturbing him.

I guess I deserved that. It was almost as if the universe was giving me signs to continue to control myself.

I barely even thought of something dirty, but I knew I had better self control this time around.

"Don't worry, Nate. I'm not gonna touch your stubborn mother... she'll come to me first and then maybe we'll give you someone to play with," I chuckled darkly to myself.

Yeah, I couldn't deny it to myself that I had been feeling left out of the whole parenting thing. When Sienna came to visit while pregnant with Nate, I loved experiencing him inside of her.

I only got to experience it once before he was ready to come out, but I missed it and I wanted to go through that with her again.

I wanted to help her at her most vulnerable state. I wanted her to understand that I would protect her and provide for her.

But I understood that for now she was protecting herself from me and until the trust between us strengthened, we were far from giving Nate someone to play with.

And that was cool with me. I could wait and I would do so patiently.

I reached out and dug my face into Nathan's neck, kissing him playfully. The clock on my nightstand read that it was nearly ten in the morning.

I felt like that was super late for Nate. Where was my crazy little toddler? Why the fùck was he sleeping so much? And why the fùck couldn't I just leave him alone?

Nathan squirmed away from my stubbly face and whimpered tiredly.

I landed kisses all over the kid, before he started to rub his eyes. I admired him so much it was scary. He was such an interesting kid.

His eyes opened up and he stretched out his arms and kicked out his feet. I grabbed one of his legs and brought his naked toes to my mouth.

"Watch where you kick these little piggies. You hurt daddy's balls this morning," I snarled playfully at him, before I lightly took my teeth to his toes and started to gnaw on them.

Nate giggled a little and tried to snatch his feet away from me, "Sorry, daddy!"

"You will be!" I let his foot go and started to tickle him all over.

His laughter made my heart feel as if it would inflate and lift right out of my chest. I never wanted to be away from this kid.

How would I let Sienna take him back? I had to convince her that I could come home to live with them and behave myself.