Xander’s POV
I could see why Soraya was proud of our son, he was a polite kid and he was very smart, attentive and very inquisitive. He reminded me of myself at his age. My late father had always made time for me, even though he spent most of that time molding me to take over the family businesses one day, he always made time for fun. He had died from colon cancer a year after Hera died.
Eight years ago I’d been robbed of the chance to become a father when Hera died with our unborn son but now I was getting another chance again, who would have thought.
Kai and I walked around the game room testing out every game that was in there, for me, getting people to come in and install the best of everything was nothing. Money was no object, and I would do anything to give my son the best comfort
