Bryton
“Bryton, I don't think I'm ready for this. I've never met your mother before. What if she's angry because I kept Jaxson from you?”
I take Roya's face in my hands. “You didn't keep Jaxson from me to be malicious. You couldn't find me; our son was ill, and you concentrated on him. She can't be angry with you for that.”
She nods thoughtfully.
Jaxson is asleep in his bed. Roya and I are in her room. She'd jumped in the shower after putting our boy to bed. I snuck into her room and sat waiting on her bed for her, even though she told me to wait downstairs and that she wouldn't be long.
She walked out of her bathroom wrapped in nothing but a small towel that hardly covered her beautiful body. She jumped when she saw me but didn't attempt to leave the room and hide from me.
I walked
