Not my baby

Grace's POV

It's been days and Davis still hasn't allowed me to take some ice cream until this morning when I developed a new skill of crying without a reason. Whenever he asked what was wrong, I told him ice cream. I didn't let him rest, it was from the room to the living room to the meeting he had with his boys. That was when he finally spat through gritted teeth,

“Take one of the cards and get your fucking ice cream and stop disturbing my life!”

It took everything within me to hold back my laughter. Finally! I left him at his business while I went to get one of his cards.

“Max!” I heard Davis call and the man rushed to him. It seemed like the man was now my new bodyguard as he followed me everywhere, and I think Davis was instructing him to come along with me today too to get some ice cream. It wasn't like I mind.

“Mom, can I come along?” Helen asked. She had been extraordinarily close to me since she found out that I was carrying her sibling in my womb.

“Okay,” I replied. I di