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"Miles, he just wants someone to understand him," I say softly, as I place a hand on his muscular shoulder.

"Unlike you, he doesn't have either of his biological parents- regardless if they're good or not, you should try and bond with him" I reason with him.

Miles looks apprehensive. I know he doesn't necessarily like children but he could at least try.

I wasn't saying he had to treat Mace like his child but I was suggesting to give him the benefit of the doubt.

He could show Mace what Matteo never had. Matteo never had a role model and that's exactly what I wanted Miles to be. Someone who Mace trusted.

Someone who Mace knew would keep him safe and in the end, love him.

I knew that deep down- extremely deep down, Miles cared for him. I saw it in the way he would tuck him in for bed when I wasn't able to.

Or the way he'd cut his sandwich's in small squares because he knew Mace had a preference for them that way.

"Please, For me?" I plead with my husband.

Miles stares down at me with those enchanting eyes seeming to be in deep thought. His gaze searches my face before letting out a sigh of defeat. "Fine, I'll try" he speaks tensely.

My lips perk up into a tiny smile and I nod my head. "Thank you," I say gently.

"Where is the little demon anyway?" He raised a question suddenly, compelling me to send him a glare.

"His name is Mace and he's hiding. We're playing hide and seek" I tell him as I turn around and walk to the door of his office.

Miles lets out a hum of acknowledgment before his attention turns back to his paperwork in front of him.

With a small scoff, I walk out, slamming the door behind me.

"Ready or not here I come" I call out, my voice echoing throughout the long empty foyers of the house.

First, I check his room. I look through his walk-in closet but find nothing. I check his large in-suite bathroom attached to his room but find nothing as well.

Then I hear a loud crash. My head instantly snaps up, and I rush out the door and into my bedroom where the sound came from.

From the corner of my eye, I see Miles peek his head out of his office. Probably wondering what the noise was.

As I enter my room I see my boy, standing beside a broken picture frame. The small shards of glass around his small bleeding feet.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to break it" he apologizes quickly. A small frown takes place on his face.

I feel a presence behind me. Looming over me as I stare at the small, six-year-old boy.

I didn't give fuck about the frame, all I cared about was my baby boy. "It's okay, don't worry about it," I say as I bend down and scoop him off his wounded feet.

Carrying him into my bathroom.

"Miles, clean up the glass. Please" I call out as I place down on the counter and drop my hunches.

Looking through the cabinet from the first aid kit.

Once I find it, ever so carefully I pull the tiny shard out of his small foot. I look up to make sure I didn't hurt him but he shows no signs of pain.

With that I inspected the foot, making sure there are no more shards of glass in his foot.

Then, I take a cotton ball and pour a small amount of rubbing alcohol onto the ball and gently press it to the wound.