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"Come on, Cassi, sleep, okay? I'm really tired and so is mom, too tired to ask her for help. Work with me, please," he pleaded while holding her in his arms.
It was three in the morning, and she had been crying for almost an hour. He didn't know what was wrong and had given her a bottle, changed her diaper, and dressed her in the comfortable clothes that he had made for her. The fabric was soft and specially designed to never itch her in the slightest.
He had also taken the time to remove her little hair clips, and he was beginning to despair because she wouldn't stop crying at all.
He couldn't call Taylor because they had an event the next day, and he couldn't keep him up all night. He let out a sigh and looked at the bed, thinking she might not like the sheets. He stood up and walked over to the closet where everything was stored, as it was large and spacious.
"I'm going to look for some sheets you might like, okay? Maybe these are too cold, so I'll put on some fleece ones so you won't be cold."
She continued to cry as he walked with her and began searching for where his mom had stored the sheets. He moved to the side, taking some things with his other hand while still rocking Cassi. When he noticed he had grabbed something, he looked over his shoulder to see it was the sleeve of a garment, but not just any garment of his, it was one of the jackets that Maiston had left behind.
He tried to get her to let it go, but as always, getting a baby to open their hand was impossible. And what made him most curious was that she was no longer crying.
"Do you like this?" he asked her.
He saw her sucking on her other free hand and had no choice but to take out the jacket and return to the bed. He carefully placed Cassi down and arranged the jacket beside her.
He didn't know what to think or what to say. He imagined it was impossible that she knew the jacket was her father's, but seeing her so comfortable and closing her eyes to sleep, he knew it had to be something obvious. He hadn't needed them much anymore, but during the pregnancy, he couldn't do without them. He needed to have its scent close, and seeing the baby that way, he supposed it was because she wanted to have something of her father's.
He didn't think much about it and settled into bed himself because he had to be out by seven in the morning, and there was very little time left to sleep. He covered her with the sheets, and time flew by quickly. When the alarm went off, he saw his baby still sleeping happily and comfortably while holding the sleeve.
He moved to leave, noting that his mom was just arriving. He had told her it was best to go to her house to take care of her things. His mother hadn't wanted to, but he didn't want to have her there as a slave either, even though she did everything because she wanted to. He greeted her with a smile.
"How's the baby?"
"She's still sleeping. Can you watch her? I'm going to shower."
The woman nodded and went off to shower quickly. He was still sleepy, so he didn't shower in totally hot water to wake up once and for all.
Afterwards, he went to the bedroom in a bathrobe to finish getting dressed.
"Is that Maiston's jacket?" his mother asked curiously upon seeing Cassi with it.
"Yes, last night she cried for almost an hour. I didn't know what was wrong with her because everything was fine, but she wouldn't calm down. I thought it might be the sheets, so I decided to look for the fleece ones. Then, she clung to that jacket and wouldn't let go any more."
She nodded, stroking her cheek.
"She looks very peaceful. I've never seen her sleep so peacefully."
"Me neither. Do you think she could sense its scent?"
"Well, some say that children, when they will be dominant in adulthood, can sense pheromones from an early age. Maybe it's because Cassi will be a dominant Alpha or a dominant Omega. And she recognized the scent of her father, which made her feel calm."
Prince let out a sigh, thinking thoughts that made him feel sad.
"I don't want that. What if she needs it more when she's older, mom? Or if she hates me because she can never know him? I don't want her to hate me."
She stood up to approach him.
"Cassi could never hate you because you have been the best mother to her. You take care of her, give her love, and work very hard to give her everything she needs, my prince."
"I miss dad so much, and I need him, maybe she'll feel this way, and I don't want that. But I also don't want Maiston to find out and come to claim me as if he had a right to anything after what he did to me. It wouldn't be fair for him to come and pit me against Cassi after I'm the only person who has been wronged."
He felt his eyes fill with tears at just the thought of something like this. He didn't want it and didn't like it. The baby was already seven months old and close to a year old, and everything was still a secret, but time was passing, and that frightened him.
"Don't worry, if that happens, I'll be there, and Taylor will help you with everything. Taylor would never want to lose the chance to become Cassi's godfather, so he will never want Maiston to take her away."
Prince smiled and finished dressing because he had things to do. In two more months, the doors to the motel he had been remodeling would open up, and everything was going well. Someone else was in charge of that renovation, but he liked to always be informed about everything.
He left, looking out the window as the driver drove carefully. However, as he had plenty of time, he decided to get off earlier because he wanted to have a coffee and needed some time to think.
His mind was a mess, and he wanted a few minutes alone. The driver simply nodded, and he got off. It was a rather expensive restaurant, but he simply walked in. He liked the place because it had a terrace, and he went up to sit and look at the city from above. It was three floors, and the terrace was adorned with many plants and umbrellas. He sat at a table in the corner and ordered a vanilla cappuccino with honey cookies.
He let out a sigh as he looked at the view that just faced the sea and noticed it was too calm when his heart and mind were very troubled.
He sipped a bit of cappuccino and tasted the cookies. He could see there were more than a couple in the place smiling happily and looking in love. He wanted to go blind because those things were what he avoided the most because they caused him pain. He looked down, knowing that simple times were not coming.
Cassi was going to grow up and have to go to elementary school. Her pictures would start to circulate, and they wouldn't stop attacking him with questions or trying to find out where the baby had come from and who she belonged to.
He passed his hands over his face in desperation when he heard his name.
He looked up to see a blond boy in a suit that was far too expensive. He approached slowly, and he remembered that he had seen him previously at his clothing show, but he had taken so long with the interview that he had forgotten about him, and he had simply left.
"Hello," he said, standing up.
"Do you mind if I sit? I just got here and saw that you're alone."
Prince nodded.
"Please, would you like a coffee? And excuse me for last time. I was very busy, and I forgot we were going to chat."
The boy smiled, taking a seat, and Prince made no mistake in ordering him a coffee from a waiter who was passing by.
"Don't worry, I noticed you were quite full of work that time, but everything was very nice," he conversed kindly.
"What was your name? I know I've seen you around a couple of times."
"Reich."
"A pleasure, Reich. I believe you're one of the investors who have made deals with Maiston, right?"
"Yes, one of them. Are you very busy now? I'd like us to chat."
"Eh..." Prince checked the time on his phone and saw he had thirty minutes to spare. "I have thirty minutes. Are you interested in something that was modeled? If so, I can give you a discount."
The waiter arrived with the coffee and served it to Reich, who thanked him kindly.
"If you want anything else, I can order it. It's the least I can do after standing you up last time," he murmured, looking at his face.
It was a serious face, but when smiling, it showed pure kindness, and his hair was blond, fine, and shiny. He saw him take the cup of coffee with one of his large hands and shake his head.
"Thanks. The coffee is perfect. And regarding your clothes, they are undoubtedly very good, but I get along better with the classics," he confessed with a smile.
Prince smiled because looking at his clothes, you could see he stuck to that.
"Well, that's fine. That style suits you great."
"I've seen you wear many different styles of clothes," he commented, looking into his green eyes. The Omega nodded proudly, "and everything looks good on you. I would like to have that versatility in fashion."
"Oh, don't worry, it's just a matter of finding a good style, and that's very simple."
He ate a bit more of the cookies on his plate and it had been a long time since he had talked to anyone. It was always his mother and Taylor, and talking to someone different felt totally good.
Reich seemed to be about the same age as Maiston, but you could tell in his speech that if the brunette could be sophisticated when talking, then the blond was much, much more so. You could tell in his demeanor that he was always orderly and cautious, and he nodded to show he was listening to what he was saying. He couldn't remember how many times they had seen each other, but they had never talked beyond a greeting.
He smiled when he said something funny, and Reich watched that smile. He'd always seen him smile from a distance, and seeing him smile at something he'd said felt quite good.
He didn't want to seem desperate, but on hearing Prince say he had to leave, he didn't want to miss the opportunity.
"I'll walk you out. I just came for a coffee too, but I had a nice surprise by finding you."
"Well, I don't know why it would be so nice," he pondered, smiling. "I'll pay for everything. It's my way of apologizing."
"I couldn't let you pay."
"Sorry, I won't allow that either. I have no problem paying for everything; it's just a little money," he said because he never liked paying for his food. Not even Maiston was allowed to, and it was a cause of more arguments.
Finally, they both paid for their meal and stood up.
"By the way, I wanted to ask you something," murmured Reich, looking down because he was tall.
"Of course."
"I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me. I know maybe you have no intentions of seeing anyone or anything like that, but I would like to get to know you better."
Prince looked at him a bit and let out a nervous smile, not really knowing what to say. It had been a long time since he had been out with someone. The last person who invited him to eat was Maiston, and it all came down to him always.
He wanted to say no, but he could almost hear his mother's words telling him that he should allow himself to meet other people and try to have fun as well.
"Nevertheless, if you think it's too bold of me, you can decline. No problem, I just have two tickets to the opera that I bought a month ago, and I thought it might interest you to go," added Reich kindly, and it was impossible for him not to decipher his face because it was obvious he didn't know how to respond.
"I..."
"Don't worry, you don't have to say anything yet. You can answer me at another time, okay?" he spoke, reaching into his jacket to take out one of his business cards with his name, phone number, and email on it. "You can confirm by call or message. It's for this weekend."
Prince took it and remained silent, noting that it was very pretty.
"It was a pleasure to see you, have a good day."
"Thank you, you too," he murmured, but no one heard because Reich was already walking too far away.
He watched him cross the street, seeing him tall and he couldn't deny it; he was attractive and his dominance was evident from afar.
He let out a sigh, looked down at the card, and went to work.
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