“You let me take care of that, okay? Shifters look out for their own. He’s one of ours. That means you are too—unofficially.”
I nod just as the bell rings, signaling first period is about to start.
“Do you need to miss today or do you have your materials and everything you need for your son with you?”
“I just have to run to my locker. But I have all my things.” It’s part of why I decided to come in person today. To pick up some of my books I left behind the last time I was at school.
“Good. Do that and hurry back. We’re covering the devastating effects of human diseases on paranormal populations. Wouldn’t want you to miss any of it.”
I smile and rush to grab my books, ignoring the startled looks of my peers as I hurry through the hallway and to my locker. I shove César’s diaper bag inside, grabbing his favorite toy and a bottle out and shoving that into my backpack before grabbing my history textbook and heading back to class.
I’m almost there when I spot Desmond hovering outside the door to the classroom beside mine. “Everything okay?” The bell rings just as the hallway empties. “I thought I saw you and this little guy but wanted to be sure.” He runs a hand over his tightly braided hair.
“Yeah, Mr. Albert is working it out so I can still attend classes with César.”
He nods his head like this all makes perfect sense to him. “What do you have second?”
“Supernatural Studies.”
“I have a non-schedule. I can take him and chill in the library if you’re cool with that?”
My brows pull together and I worry my bottom lip. “You want to babysit for me?” I ask, making sure I’m hearing him right, because Desmond doesn’t seem the type to want to hang out with a baby.
He shrugs. “Why not? He’s Jordy’s which makes him mine. Don’t be surprised when Rafael asks you for some time with him too. This little man has a lot of people who love him.”
I fight back a wave of unexpected emotion. “Oh. I mean, yeah. That’d be cool.”
He nods and steps backward toward his class. “Alright. I’ll meet you out here after class.” And then he slips inside, leaving me to do the same.
Class is uneventful. I get a few interested looks when I first walk in, but eventually people ignore that I’m sitting there, bouncing César on my knee as I take notes. Toward the end César gets a little fussy, but before I can even try to soothe him, Mr. Albert comes and plucks him from my arms and goes back to teaching the class while swaying my boy in his arms, a soft rumbling sound much like a purr coming from his chest. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt this grateful in my entire life.
As promised, Desmond is waiting for me outside the door when class lets out.
“Do you have everything I’ll need?” he asks, and I fall into step beside him.
“We’ll grab his diaper bag from my locker and then you’ll be set.”
Jordy is waiting beside my locker, a wolfish grin on his face as soon as he sees us. I texted him earlier that I’d be here, but he didn’t respond, so I’m assuming he got my message.
“Hey, momma.” He tugs me close and kisses me, uncaring of who sees. When he pulls away I’m a little breathless and César is jabbering away, vying for his daddy’s attention.
“There’s my boy,” Jordy says, lifting him from my arms and carefully tossing him up in the air before catching him and hugging him close to his chest. There are a few interested looks directed our way, and I do my best to ignore them. I don’t know how Jordy feels about everyone knowing he’s a dad. We never discussed if we were going to keep his involvement secret or—
“Ah! You brought him,” Isa’s voice calls out, and all heads turn her way. “Jo, your and Jordy’s little boy is the freaking cutest.” And that answers that question. By the end of the day everyone will know César is ours, and a part of me is surprisingly happy about that, though I don’t miss the intense glares from some of the girls who pass us.
“What can I say, I make cute kids,” Jordy jokes. “Where are we heading, momma?” he asks, and I can’t help but smile up at him.
“To class. Desmond was nice enough to offer to babysit during his non-schedule.”
Jordy lifts a single brow. “Uncle Des, already making moves to become the favorite?”
Desmond takes the diaper bag off my shoulder and pulls César from Jordy’s arms just as Rafael stalks up behind Isa and wraps his arms around her waist.
“I won’t have to try very hard. Between me and this fucker, I’ve got favorite uncle in the bag.”
Jordy snorts. “Tell that to Antonio. He’ll fight you for the title.”
Everyone laughs. “Who’s Antonio?” I ask, not recognizing the name.
