Page 176 of His Cursed Heart

well-deserved honeymoon.

I flew her to Egypt since she always was passioned about its culture. Besides the fact that I almost killed a gang of Egyptians because they wanted to buy my wife with some fucking camels, I almost lost her to that fucker Anubis.

But she made it to me by letting me rent the whole pyramid and fuck her on one of the tombs.

Best damn vacation.

But Vincent wasn't as happy as we were. He didn't cry like we expected, no, the little shit ignored us for the whole week and a half, letting us burn with worry and guilt. Althea was more on the guild side, I was fucking ecstatic that I had my wife all to myself.

We landed four hours ago and came as fast as we could so we can wake up Vincent with presents and cake. Something inside me tells me that he won't be as forgiving as we think.

"He's already mad at us. Scare him and you'll have a medal for the worst father of the year." I flick my hand at her, making her shut up and look at me with a face that says 'you're on your own'.

I hold the door knock and slowly, I open it and peak inside, seeing Vince snoring his little nose off. My body begs me to forget about the scare and just go and hug him until my arms go numb.

I missed this little boy so much that I almost flew back to him after two days. I'm a sucker for him, but it's the best feeling in the world.

I enter his room with Althea behind me, sneaking so we don't scare Scarface. That fucker would kill me in a blink. I put the trumpet in my mouth, and both of my hands are holding the confetti, ready to surprise my bug.

I look at Althea who looks at me with disappointment, and she starts counting to three.

One, she mouths.

I tighten my hands on the confetti.

Two, again.

And fuck, I can't wait anymore. I need that damn hug even if he's mad at me.

I blow in the trumpet and the deadliest sound makes us cringe, Vincent waking up with a scream that's louder than the instrument. I pop the confetti and another yell comes out of his little mouth.

I lean over, putting my hands on my knees when laughter shakes my body. Althea lets the cake on his desk, murmuring 'fucker' and goes to calm down our son.

Vincent will always consider Althea his sister, but I know he sees in her a mother too. Althea doesn't need the title to know that Vincent is her son as much as he is mine.

After all the confetti settles down on the carpet, I finally see my bug. His eyes are wide, angry tears making down his cheeks. My heart squeezes tightly and I decide to let all the funny things aside.

I go next to his bed, sitting on his blue sheets. Vincent's head is buried in Althea's neck, ignoring me at all costs.

"Come on, bug. That was a good way to wake you up on your birthday." I try to take him in my arms but he is glued to my wife. "Don't be a brat and hug me."

I hear him mimic me and I smile at his behavior.

"You left me again!"

He's angry at both of us, but he hugs the shit out of Althea while I get the cold shoulder. He's playing favorites, and I hate being second place.

"I left with my wife on our honeymoon, you jealous brat." But he doesn't care.

I sigh and look at Althea who smiles while looking at us. Ugh, how can I be mad at her when she looks this happy with Vincent in her arms?

"I want my hug," I sound like a desperate cat mom.

"No." He murmurs from his sister's neck.

He's going to make me beg.

"Didn't you miss me?" Because I did.

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