Page 71 of His Wild Attraction

As our son, he would always know he was safe.

That boy is so safe with me. So is his mom.

“It’s almost ready, Sweet Boy. How about we play a game until Mommy calls us?” I said, not taking my eyes off Ellie.

“Okay,” Sammy agreed.

But he was still watching, so I leaned down to give his mother a small peck on the mouth. The shy smile she gave me in return was so worth it.

And when I picked up Sammy so he could kiss his mom, too, well, Ellie full on giggled.

Fucking adorable.

“You two cuties need to get out of my kitchen so I can concentrate, or we’ll never eat,” she teased, ruffling Sammy’s hair.

“Cuties?” I said, frowning, unable to help myself.

“You know you’re cute. Now shoo,” Ellie said, rolling her eyes.

“Uh oh. We better get out of here, Sammy, so Mommy can finish cooking.”

“Yeah! Let’s get out of here, Dad!” Sammy giggled as I placed him back on the floor.

He ran inside the other room squealing, unaware of the effect his words had on me. My heart stuttered, and I faltered a step.

My gaze flashed back to Ellie’s, and I saw her swallow. Her skin was white as loose leaf.

“Oh, um, Sammy heard Michaela talk about Adrik and she called him Daddy. Then he asked what he should call you. H-his father was never really a part of things, but he, Gary that is, insisted Sammy call him Papa. I thought maybe if it was okay with you, Sammy could call you Dad?” she asked, biting her lower lip.

I cleared my throat, inhaling a sharp breath.

Fuck. Was it hot in there?

I nodded my head like one of those stupid bobble head dolls. Trying to force the moisture in my eyes to go back inside my head.

“Yeah. That’s okay,” I replied, ignoring the husky quality my voice took on.

Dad.

That little boy wanted to call me Dad.

Pride, the likes of which I never felt, filled me, and before I could do or say anything else, I crossed the couple of steps separating me from Ellie, and I pulled my wife to me with one hand on her neck.

Then I crushed her mouth beneath mine.

I didn’t trust myself to touch her with any part of me other than on her lips and where my one hand gripped the back of her neck.

“Andres,” she whimpered.

“Thank you. Thank you so fucking much,” I told her.

“Come play, Dad!” Sammy called out from the other room.

“I better go see what my son wants to play,” I whispered back.

Ellie nodded, and I had to admit, I may have strutted a bit as I walked inside the living room and play-tackled my sweet little boy.

My son. He’s mine now, too.

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