Bullied By My Alpha Stepbrother novel Chapter 85

CHAPTER 80

~Jasmine.

Sinking into the rocking chair, I racked my brain for a new lullaby to sing, as I had already sung the ones I had at the top of my fingers. I looked down at the little infant who was yawning out of tiredness yet had refused to fall asleep.

I smiled as I rubbed his little nose, just when I had thought I had known love, someone little came to remind me of how big it is. He had these sparkly blue eyes just like his Dad and with the way he was fighting so hard not to yield into sleep, I bet he would be as stubborn as his father is.

A new relaxing poem rushed into my brain and just as I began humming the lyrics and rocking to its tune, the door to the room opened and Hardin walked in.

“He still hasn't fallen asleep?” He whispered as he gently closed the door behind him and I shook my head in negation,

“Ugh, he is as stubborn as his mother,” he said in mock annoyance and rolled his eyes.

“As stubborn as me?” I asked, and he chuckled and gave me a light kiss on the lips before stooping to kiss the baby's forehead.

“Can you allow mummy some minutes of rest by going to sleep?” Hardin said to our child, and a smile came to rest on my face.

It had been 12 months since the fight that Hardin had with Lorenzo. And though it caused grief for a while, we were over it.

We were rather disappointed by Lorenzo's confession, Hardin had it worse, but with time, we all came to terms with everything that had happened, and Hardin, though roughly, slowly got over his mom's death. I ran my hand through Hardin's hair as he continued humming the poem from where I stopped.

Though it was made that whoever won the car race would be proclaimed my mate, I was certain that I wouldn't have been with anyone who wasn't Hardin. I was in love with him, and I was damn sure, from the way he made me feel, I was certain that he was just the person for me.

After he was proclaimed my mate and I professed my love to him, Hardin and I tied the knot, and the little bundle of joy in my arms was sent to us as proof of our love.

“See,” Hardin grinned excitedly," I put him to sleep, isn't this proof that he loves me more?”

I chuckled as I rolled my eyes, and Hardin took the baby from me and laid him in his crib.

“Are you hungry?” He asked as he helped me up the rocking chair.

“Obviously.” I blurted and locked my fingers with his.

“What do you say about a night out?” He asked, sliding his hand around my waist, while he pulled me closer to him.

“With or without Reagan?” I probed with a raised brow and he slightly turned to look at Reagan, our child before turning back to me with a pout,

“I think I will just order food for us. Or I should not?”

At his confusion, I chuckled.

I knew he was disappointed, and I bet he had been planning all day for a date which I would have readily accepted, but we were in a foreign land and I hadn't a clue of whom to trust with my baby.

I felt Hardin's hot breath on me, and I looked up at him and locked my eyes with his. They held love, pure love, and I couldn't ask for more. I lifted my arms from my side and trailed them up his arms before wrapping them around his shoulders.