Jailbird

~Part 2: Chapter 21~

Something was squealing... squawking? Crying?

Crying! My baby was crying!

I jolted from my sleeping position and yawned so loudly, I thought I felt my jaw crack.

When I lifted my head, I gazed around to see Garret, Derek and Brad all staring at Zedlin, who was next to me just staring at Nathan while he cried.

"Zedlin, do you want me to take him?" I asked tiredly.

He looked at me and frowned, "No. Why would I let you take him from me now when you're about to take him all for yourself in another hour or so?"

"Well, he's crying, so I assumed he needed me for something," I mumbled.

"He's just píssed off because I keep fùcking with him. Isn't that right little man?" Zedlin cooed, roughly yanking him to his face and attacking him with kisses and love nibbles.

I gawked at Zedlin as he and Nate had their moment. Zedlin nibbled at his skin, growling and snarling playfully.

Nathan had his eyes mostly closed, but I could've sworn he was smiling a little. Probably because Zedlin and his scruffy face was tickling him.

"I love this fùcking kid," Zedlin whispered gently, settling Nathan into his neck.

"He loves you, too," I reassured him.

Zedlin gazed down at me and smiled broadly, "Thank you for keeping him and birthing him into our lives. I know this wasn't easy in the beginning. I know I wasn't easy to deal with, but thank you for giving me the greatest gift of all."

What was up with him? He was so... happy? It was weird to see a smile on his face for so long.

"Well, thank you for helping," I said on a giggle, blushing because we weren't alone and Derek and Garret were laughing at us.

"Yeah, I did a lot of helping," he grinned down at me like the pervert he was.

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever."

He was so cocky. We didn't even fûck often enough before he got me pregnant.

Our fun was over quicker than either of us probably would admit out loud — and that was fine with me.

I glanced over at Brad to see him scribbling in that notebook of his, no doubt documenting all of Zedlin's progress.

When I looked back at Zedlin, I felt guilty for our upcoming departure. He was becoming attached to our son and I'd fear the complications to come with not being able to visit often.

Zedlin was going to make it difficult for me, whether he purposely tried to or not.

He had Nathan tucked tightly into the crook of his right arm and he'd occasionally lift him up with just his arm, so he could briefly place his lips onto his skin.

"You're so obsessed with him," I joked, causing Derek to snap his head towards me and nod in agreement.

Zedlin laughed, "Yeah, I guess I am. I'm obsessed with you, too."

I could feel a blush staining my cheeks, especially as Zedlin leaned his head towards me and buried his stubbly face into my neck, quickly nipping at my skin, too.

Except the affect on me was not a ticklish sensation. It instantly sent a warmth straight through my body, all the way into my toes.

A small moan tried to break through my lips, but I smothered it — or so I thought I did.