Page 57 of Emilia: The Final Psychopath

I elbowed him in the ribs until he grunted.

“I was trying to keep Rose calm, and I told her he was my Dad,” he said, rubbing his ribs. “And now, I don't want her to think I'm a liar.”

“Hmm, I think he is getting used to it now,” I said before I snuggled into his chest. “When will the therapy start for Rose?”

“Next Wednesday,” he murmured as he rubbed my belly. “Why can't I see him yet?”

“It takes time to grow a baby,” I said patiently before I added. “Rose will miss my family when they leave.”

“She can HoloTime them anytime until we move to England,” he said as he pushed me onto my back. “I don't like you wearing clothes in bed.

“We are parents now, Cyrus,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Rose will be seven by the time the baby comes,” he said with a smile.

“She is settling in so well, and she is excited to go back to Virginia with us. I can introduce her to Sapphire when she is ready.”

His face hardened because we had a few days before we rounded up the rest of the ring. My Dad had dealt with Boyd and Rochester today. My grandparents took out another two with my Mum as their driver.

Thankfully, Moorcroft was still alive but in excruciating pain from the poison and my work on him. I’d taken a sledgehammer to his dick, legs and feet, only for Cyrus to call me a savage. He had a cheek since Cyrus had spent the evening peeling his face off.

Cyrus began to kiss my neck when he hesitated. I frowned when I heard a faint banging noise. I pulled the covers off to go and check on Rose.

“Where are you going?” Cyrus demanded.

“To check on Rose.”

“Why?”

“You don't hear that noise?”

“That came from upstairs, so either your parents or your grandparents are fucking.”

“Ugh, I don't know which is worse,” I said as I got back into bed.

“Hey, I want to be eighty-five and still be able to fuck you like that.”

I giggled as he pulled me beneath him and tugged my T-shirt over my chest. There was a knock on our door.

“Come in,” I said after I pulled my T-shirt down.

The door opened, and Rose poked her head in.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I asked as I sat up.

She looked like a regular child again. She wore blue pyjamas, with her hair in two low pigtails. My Mum and Grandmother had pampered her while I’d been at work. We were taking our time and made no physical contact with her unless Rose made the first move. It was still early days, and she had a long road to recovery, physically and mentally.

She stuffed her new teddy bear through the door.

“Bear had a bad dream,” she said.

I smiled at her and stood up.

“I’m going to tell you some stories my Grandma used to tell me. It will chase away Bear’s bad dreams,” I said, walking towards the door but not before I gave Cyrus a little finger wave.

He didn't look annoyed. He had a sappy look as he looked at us.

“Why can't I get to hear these stories?” he asked with a pout.

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