Ruined With Me

CHAPTER 38

Nova Pov:

"That means I can touch you after you give me permission." He said, and my blood began to boil.

"Not even in your dreams." I yelled, expecting him to respond with another cheesy line. Instead, he ignored me and started the car.

"Can I touch your hand?" he asked, and I smirked.

"No," I said, moving my hand from my leg to wrap around my baby, who was busy looking out the window. He giggled and clapped his hands, enjoying the view.

I kissed his cheek, and he mimicked me. These days, he copies my every action. I heard Alexander groan, and I smirked.

After a moment, my baby wrapped his arms around my neck and rested his head on my shoulder. He wants to sleep.

Please, don't go to sleep. How can you leave me alone with your devilish dad for 30 minutes in this car? I sighed and started tapping his back while singing a lullaby.

I glanced at Alexander. His fingers tapped on the handle in rhythm with my lullaby. His face looked calm. He had changed himself in no time.

He's not the Alexander I married, but I'm content that he changed himself for me. I saw his lips curl into a smile as he realized I was staring at him. But do I care? A big no!

I turned to my baby. He had a big pout on his face. I tapped his nose, and he quickly grabbed my hand and stopped me.

I laid him down on my lap, and he quickly turned to bury his face in my tummy. Just like his dad!

I rested my back against the seat and closed my eyes, feeling warm. I felt his gaze on me and turned my face to the window. I heard him scoff, and I smiled.

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"Wahhh" I heard his crying voice and quickly opened my eyes to look at him. He's awake now, but that's not the problem. He is hungry!

"Two minutes more." Alexander said, and I nodded. I stood him up on my lap, and he quickly nuzzled his face into my neck.

I started patting his back to calm him down, and it works. Alexander parked the car beside our other cars and got out, locking it.

He went to Mom and Dad while I started untying my dress. My baby stared at me as if he would eat me alive. I laughed at his expression, and he pouted.

He quickly took my nipple into his mouth and started feeding his small-no, big-tummy. I flinched when I heard the door open.

He stopped his movements as we both looked at the door. He resumed sucking when he saw it was just his dad.

I covered my chest with a scarf. Alexander's fists clenched, and the veins on his neck popped out. I knew he hated that I covered myself, but he was the one who made me.

I closed my eyes, thinking of something else to avoid stressing my head. I started taking deep breaths to calm myself.

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I lifted my scarf to see his face. It had been fifteen minutes, but he still wasn't finished. His eyes were closed, one hand on his tummy, and the other clutching my dress.

I gently took him off, and he quickly opened his eyes. He just stared at me as I tied my dress and cleaned his mouth. As I stood him up, we heard his loud crying.

"Shh, I'll give you milk when we get home, okay?" I said. I knew he couldn't understand me, but he knew the word "milk."

"Wahhhh!" He wouldn't stop.