The Alpha and Me

116. A devil like his father

116. A devil like his father

Nandu's POV

Mahir came right in time while I was setting the table up for lunch. He ran in Turley's arms with the book and pen, and a folded paper in the other hand that I suppose is the letter.

"Nonna, I wrote a letter for my dad. Do you want to read it?" He said delightfully.

"You really wrote a letter without your mom's help? That's impressive." Turley made him sit in her lap and took the letter from him.

I was serving veggies salad on her plate when I noticed her jaw dropping. She refused to blink her eyes and her eyebrows arched as she read the letter, thus piquing my interest.

"Did you really write this?" She asked in a voice full of shock.

"Sure, I did, Nonna. With my own hands." He showed his tiny hands with dots of ink all over his thumbs and forefingers.

I was really curious to see what he wrote that left Turley wonderstruck. I took the letter from her and read it.

I was seized by an electrifying jolt of overwhelming emotion when I finished reading it. It was full of emotions and every word was correct. No errors at all.

I stared at it again as memories took me back in the past. To the time when Manik was really in love with me. When we used to talk about our future and our little family after heavy makeouts.

He had once mentioned that he would preserve all the greeting cards and drawings his kids would make for him on his birthdays. Had we been together without the interruption of his mate's appearance, I am sure he would have liked this. Because Mahir has really put his heart into the letter. I could feel connected with each word he wrote.

And his baby handwriting gave it a miraculous touch too.

"I didn't write it alone actually." I gazed up from the letter at Mahir who was picking peas from Turley's vegetable salad. "Viktor's uncle's friend helped me with the spellings. He's really a good man. I like him a lot. He's better than Viktor's annoying uncle."

Viktor's uncle's friend.

Mahir did tell me about him. He's that super tall and strong man with a handsome face. Mahir literally called him a superhero because of his features.

Although I had a desire to see him personally, I dropped the idea. I hardly get time for myself. Not that I have any interest in meeting any man at all. They're all one and the same. Annoying.

The lunch was slow and full of Mahir's stories. He had something to share about his day. When evening crept in and I went to his room to summon him for dinner, he was drawing whilst sitting on the floor.

Crayons were all around him and he was completely invested in it as if it was very important to complete the drawing. I wish I could pick him up and leave like I usually do. This time though, my limbs locked up. I couldn't move and my heart welled up with ache.

My son was drawing us. His parents held his hands on either side. There was a house behind us under a bright blue sky. And a fountain to our left, and lots of flowers beside the house.

It brought back memories into my awareness. Memories of Salvay mansion. It was somewhat similar. I saw myself holding Mahir's hand in front of the Salvay mansion with Manik and smiling at a polaroid camera.

It would have been so nice if... I shook my head and tossed all the thoughts aside. Focusing on the present, I quietly knelt before Mahir as I offered him an amazed smile.

"Mom, look, I drew us." His face glowed with merriment.

"This is nice! But why is my nose so big? I have a cute little nose."