Fated Series. Book #2
"Be possessive of me, own me, keep me, because if you do then nothing and no one else can." - Maddox.
My name is Maddox Vallero, and I'm dead.
Well, that's not quite true. I'm alive in the breathing, walking, talking sense-but...
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Maddox
If half a year ago you told me I'd be sitting on a private plane with Jax drifting off in my lap, a bottle between his little hands that I'm helping him hold, and my lovely assistant just a few feet away entertaining Kirsan in a rematch to their earlier game, I would've called bullshit. I'd believe only the plane part. Everything else seemed just damn near impossible. But here I was anyway. And when Sophia's brilliant eyes flicker up, narrowing on Jax and I for the hundredth time in the past six hours, I could sense the reality I wasn't sure would ever be mine again, become mine.
Indefinitely, when Sophia looked at me, I knew I was here.
I wanted to be. And nothing could stop me from staying with her.
Jax shifted, rolling his little body into the crook of my side, and his eyes finally fluttered shut for the last time. He's tired, but I'd be too if from the moment the plane took off, I stuck my nose in the window and started pointing out every damn cloud. And yet as some point I played into the game and started doing it too because it was the most wholesome thing I've ever witness. It was a normal thing... not something I expected to need. A domestic kind of feeling.
Sophia was on her third hour into the chess game, and when I say I'm so over it, I am. And I'm not even the one playing. But fuck do I want my girlfriend's attention back and Kirsan's has been hogging all of it with his annoying need to win in everything. I understand this is a great moment for them to bond, and that's honestly the only reason I've glued myself to this spot, and not gone over there and dragged her away for myself.
My attention whore side was showing, I'm aware. I'm unashamed of it either.
So, that's how I sat, drinking my girlfriend in and cuddling my little boy. Her focus determined; she bloomed in the high-stake game. Every bit of her was bring me to the rim of my patience and making me find some more. That was how I sat, longing for her until Mateo woke up beside me, pulling my attention to himself while he blinked his eyes open and yawned. He only fell asleep about an hour ago, while Jax was still pointing out clouds. I doubt it was enough sleep, considering how drawn his hazel eyes were. Lina was still sleeping on his lap, wrapping up in a blanket and looking a bit pale from earlier. For the first two hours of the plane ride the poor girl was throwing up. She says she's fine, but her sickly skin says otherwise. I think it might be some kind of stomach bug because she's looked weak since this morning, and of course Mateo's freaking out over it.
While Everyone was doing their own thing around the private plane, I was sitting in the back with Mateo beside me, and just resting. We still had a decently long time on the plane to get all the way to Abu Dhabi. "Go back to sleep." I muttered, gently shifting to put my leg on the seat across from myself, hoping I'll relieve some of the pressure building in my back.
