Chapter 232: Just one more

Frederick “Don’t tell me that,” Ayella said, shaking her head and folding her arms over her heavily pregnant belly. “You have to see them. It’s been over eight years now.” She added, “Besides, I thought you had a good relationship with your father. He looked like he was fine, at least you looked like you were fine with him.” She walked over to him and began playing with the cuffs of his shirt. Frederick frowned deeply, his eyes mostly on his curly-haired son, who was currently sitting on his table and playing around with some paper he had long since deemed less important. “Lizard,” he wanted to say to his son, but the boy had already started making airplanes with the paper. “Just let him do what he wants,” he could hear his mate’s voice in the back of his mind. “It’s not about me,” Frederick said, turning to his mate. His breath caught in his throat when he opened his mouth to talk. The way her caramel skin glowed in the afternoon light peeking through his office window was simply