A husband for the princess. Chapter 9. Unjust Threats

Christian Goldman

After exactly three hours we got off the plane, my sister, my nephew and I, while we waited for the luggage, little Cris held on to us, lifting his little feet, anyone who didn't know us could think we were a family, my nephew's head was covered with a cap so that the color of his hair couldn't be seen.

"Daddy, please pick me up," he said.

At his words, my sister and I looked at each other in surprise because he had never said that to me before. I didn't argue, I picked him up and he explained in a whisper.

"I'm going to tell you like this until I have my daddy, can I?" said my nephew, who despite being a little less than three years old, spoke very clearly, except for the r's.

"Okay, no problem, you can call me whatever you want," I replied as I kissed his forehead affectionately.

We walked on, the boy taking my sister by the arm and starting to kiss her while he continued to carry himself for me. The three of us were laughing as we played, oblivious to what was g