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He looks just like me. Fucking adorable.

“Who are you texting?” Pops asks me.

“Dante,” I lie.

Aurora is taking a sabbatical of sorts. I guess you could say if the oldies found out that we knew where she was, or that we were in contact with her, they’d force us to tell them where she is.

I can only guess it was Dante’s big-ass mouth that mentioned Sebastian. I mean, if it were him who turned up with a kid, I’d probably let it slip too.

“You both need to talk about how you’re going to navigate this together. For his sake, don’t fuck it up, Orlando,” Pops says.

“I won’t.” I know Aleeka wants to be friends, but I have no intentions ofnotmaking her mine and keeping her that way. My idea of a reset has altered slightly. I don’t want to fuck her out of my system anymore. I want to hit the reset button and keep her. “I should take him back upstairs. Aleeka will freak if he’s not there when she wakes up,” I tell my parents.

“Understandable,” Mom says. “I was the same way with you. Let me change him for you first.”

“I can do it.” I push to my feet and pick up Sebastian. The diaper bag is upstairs in my room and I need to figure out how to do this anyway.

“Can you?” Mom asks with a smile across her face.

“I’ll figure it out,” I tell her, stopping short before exiting the room. “I know this isn’t ideal, but I’m going to do whatever I have to do to make sure he has everything he needs.”

“I know you will,” Mom says.

“I’m not ready to be Nonno. Let’s just stick with Glamps,” Pops adds.

“What?” I ask him.

“Nonno sounds old, so I want him to call me Glamps, like glamorous gramps,” my dad clarifies.

“I think we’ll stick with Nonno. Glamps is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” I laugh at him.

“Says the kid who’s now a teenage father.”

Ignoring the comment, I walk up the stairs and back into my room. Aleeka is still asleep. So I grab the diaper bag and head into the bathroom.

“I can do this,” I say to Sebastian, who makes the cutest little giggling sound in reply.

I lay out three towels on the tiled floor before placing Sebastian on top. Then I open the bag and pull out a diaper, then the wipes. I might not know what I’m doing, but I’m not a complete idiot. I do know I have to wipe the kid down before putting a new diaper on him.

“Okay, it’s you and me. You’re going to help me out, right?” I ask Sebastian.

He smiles back at me.

“Yep, that’s what I thought. How hard can it be?” I look at the onesie he’s wearing and pull at the clips that run along the middle and then down his legs. “Uh-huh, success,” I tell him when I get his tiny little arms and legs out of the material.

Next, I pull at the tabs on the sides of the diaper. It opens, and I move it out from under his bottom.

“Okay, now the wipes, right?” I ask Sebastian while reaching for the packet of wipes.

As I’m tugging a few free from the package, something wet hits my chest. I look down and freeze. He’s peeing on me.

“Seriously, dude? This is how it’s going to be?” I ask. “You’re just gonna pee all over me?” Once the stream stops, I pull my shirt over my head and glare down at my son. “Guess we’re having a shower now, little man. Thewaterkind.”

Chapter Nineteen

Iwake up to the sound of the shower running. I shove the blankets to one side of the bed and drag myself off the cushy mattress. The portable crib Mrs. Valentino set up is empty. I look to the bathroom door.

Did Orlando take Sebastian into the bathroom with him?

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