Page 57 of The Alpha's Bullied Rejected Mate
“Hey, little champ,” Marcus grinned back.
Riley yawned. “Urgh... how did I get here? Are we done horse riding?”
Marcus chuckled.
He was too cute.
“Yes, you fell asleep. Your mama brought you here.”
“Where is Mama?” the boy asked, concern tugging at his small features.
“She’s resting too,” Marcus replied gently.
“Oh.” Riley looked disappointed, and Marcus didn’t like that.
He couldn’t stand the sight of it. “Don’t worry. We can go horse riding again anytime you want. Okay?” he assured the kid.
The child’s face lit up like sunrise.
“Okay!” He grinned.
Marcus moved closer and settled at the edge of the bed, studying every inch of the boy’s face.
He must like horse riding, Marcus thought.
What else did he like? What made him laugh? Cry? Was he afraid of the dark?
Marcus sighed internally. He knew nothing about his own son.
How does one make up for the years spent away from one’s child?
I’m sorry. Marcus whispered very faintly.
Six years.
He couldn’t get those back. But he could at least try to make up for it. That he would do.
“How are you feeling?” Marcus asked.
“As good as new!” Riley declared, but his small stomach grumbled audibly.
Marcus shifted in his seat at the sound. “You are hungry?”
Riley rubbed his stomach and gave a creasy smile.
“Well, maybe a little bit.”
“What do you want to eat? What type of food do you like? Tell me and I’ll get it for you,” Marcus questioned hurriedly.
Kieran did say he had provided food supplies in the kitchen.
The boy stared at him.
Was he being too much? Marcus wondered.
But then Riley broke into a grin. “Milk!”
“Just milk?” Marcus questioned.
