54 PAPA

Nathan is now five-months-old, and I'm glad that Dylan didn't try to touch me again after he kissed me on my neck. He still came before going to his work and when he arrived home.

Every day he'll bring me a bouquet of red roses, with chocolates. He also bought Nathan toys. He even bought him a playpen. And during the weekend, when I was sleeping, he would take Nathan and bring him out of my room, which always resulted in me panicking, afraid of what he was doing to him.

He will bring him back after a few hours every time with new toys or clothes. And I was relieved to see my baby was safe.

When Nathan turned nine months, he spoke his first word, and the bastard was the first to hear it because he snatched him again when I was sleeping in the middle of the night, and he burst inside my room, grinning.

"He talks." He excitedly said. "He called me Papa." He grinned. "Say it, little boy, say Papa again." He urged.

And my tears rolled down my face when Nathan said Papa clapping his chubby