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Chapter 45

ATTENTION: There is a little kinky and milky smut in this chapter, warning is put before it starts. If you don't like it, skip it. I just wanted to try to write a different smut scene. But there shouldn't be anything wrong with the scene, as I always hold myself onto Wattpad's conditions too.

HELENA

Solitude.

Is it a punishment or a blessing? Is loneliness like perpetual peace, making you ethereal to others? Or is it a blasphemy you were coerced into by the foul intentions of a greedy society, thriving on the vitality of pure souls to rise to the top?

My father fell into isolation because of his grief. I secluded myself from my schoolmates and friends because I was embarrassed by my father's alcoholism. I thought our dire situation was bad.

But there is always worse. Secluding yourself because you fear human interaction after abuse and assault — I wouldn't wish that kind of isolation on my worst enemy.

This is what happened to Roman's sister, who became a literal slave to vile souls, those who drain the vitality from pure ones and turn it into power. This is why Roman says she has a hollow soul, that she lost her belief in humanity.

I am determined to fill the void within her with love and compassion, to show her that there are still pure souls left in this world. And what can be more lovely and innocent than babies?

But can you blame a baby, with no life experience, for the horrors you've endured in life? Does your fear justify your judgment? Is it fair? Roman said she doesn't even want to see a male fly unless it's family to her. No men, no exceptions.

I may not be the brightest, but I can empathize. Though I don't find it fair, I try to understand her, because I don't know her yet. That's why I dressed my boy in Cara's clothes.

"You know he'll kill me and ground you forever if he catches him," Roman groans, shooting me an exasperated look. He looks so done with me — which, honestly, I kind of understand, since my husband demanded that he take me to his sister.

But my intentions are good. I came to realize that isolation made me depressed and nearly stole my happiness. Meeting Antonio and all his brothers brought chaos into my life, but it also brought vitality. It gave me the spark to truly live.

"Why? Doesn't he look adorable? Just look at his bow!" I reply with a sheepish grin, my voice amused. Antonio will definitely redden my ass when he sees what I've done with our son.

"Yeah, but I don't think Antonio will find it cute when he sees his son dressed like a girl, pink bow and all," Roman sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair. "He'll lose it if he catches him looking... like that." He's literally voicing my own fears.

"He won't catch him! We'll be back before he even knows we're gone. Besides, he's at work! Relax," I say, pushing open the front door. Lilly trails beside me, holding Snowball's cage with a smirk that screams mischief.

"If he catches you — or sees him like this — I'm washing my hands of it," Roman warns, arms crossed as he follows me out to the car. "This was your idea, and you'll take full credit — and the punishment." He helps buckle the kids into the back seat, grumbling nonstop.

"Well, I wouldn't have dressed him like this if you'd just let me take him to Mia's house! So really, this is partly your fault," I shoot back, carefully setting Snowball's cage on the floor.

"I told you, Mia gets anxious if there's another male around, aside from Valerio and me. She's uncomfortable," he huffs, shaking his head, clearly annoyed that I insisted on taking more of the family with me.