The end of us

MESSIAH JORDY'S POV

A huge smile curved my lips as my son finally fell asleep. He was comfortably lying on the queen-size bed in my suite. His chubby figure fit the new clothes we got him. For some reason, he seemed oddly at peace here and that melted my heart.

"Thank you so much." I said, turning to the woman next to me. She was one of the hotel attendants but she was elderly and had assisted me with bathing my son, feeding him, and tucking him in for the night. Arlo promised to pay her for the inconvenience, even though she insisted it was all from her heart and she just wanted to help.

It was a huge relief to have her here. I wouldn't have known how to go about this.

"It's no problem, Miss." She beamed at me and glanced at my son. "You have a lovely child. And it's a real pleasure for me to be able to take care of him. Even though it's just for the night."

I smiled.

Slowly, we left the bedroom, shutting the door. Out in the sitting room, I heaved in relief. This has