A weekend with the Alpha novel Chapter 65

"How long do you have?" I blurted out, snapping his attention from my body back to my face.

He stayed silent, although understanding my question. "I don't know." he mumbled under his breath and I barely heard it.

"Do you have more than a year or two?" I raised a brow.

He chuckled, and his voice held so much life. "I'd be lucky if I get a year, Zera."

My heart went out to him. "I'm sorry."

He shook his head and stepped toward me. "It's not your fault, and I hope you believe that."

I wanted to ask more questions but the cooker timer went off and I jumped and turned around to face what I was cooking. I felt his gaze on my every move while I cooked and, though affected by it, I remained silent.

Zion woke up before I finished cooking, and when he came downstairs, Aaron attended to him. I finish and served three plates instead of two because we had an extra mouth to feed tonight.

I placed the three plates, forks and glasses of water into the big tray and carried it out. I served on the dining table and they came after I beckoned to them. We sat around the table to eat and I noticed how Aaron stared at the meal before him.

"This isn't the type of food you eat, is it?"

He pressed his lips together and shook his head. He saw me make it earlier. Why didn't he say anything?

Well, he was probably being noble, since this wasn't his house.

"Try it, mommy cooks delicious," Zion said, already grabbing his fork and plate.

"I don't doubt that." he turns to Zion, his eyes flickering with adoration as he stared at his son.

"Then what is it? You made pasta for me five years ago." I reminded him.

He nodded. "Yes, and that was five years ago. A lot has changed since then."

"What do you eat then?" I asked, and I was curious to know and see if it was something I could make.

'Wow, Zera, your soft side for this man is showing.'

Well, he's been around all day for me and Zion, even though he had other things to do. This is the least I can do.

"More meat, especially during these times."

"These times? What do you mean?"

"I am not as strong as I should be and the less meat I consume, the weaker I become." He explained, and I understood his point now.

"I do not have meat," I said. I didn't want it to get to me, but not having what he wanted didn't feel right.

"I know."

The look on my face must have affected him because he picked up the fork and ate through, despite knowing this wasn't what he needed.

I was the first to feel sleepy and Aaron told me he'd put Zion to bed when he gets sleepy and I had nothing to worry about. That was comforting, and I retired to bed without wasting time.

I had never heard the song he sang before, but it was now my favourite and this man sang it wonderfully.

Was there anything this man wasn't good at? Singing, cooking, making money, sex. Damn.

'He was also good at killing.'

And just like always, my mind ruins a perfect moment.

"Mommy!" Zion called out, and Aaron turned around to look at me. I smiled and made my way over to him. "Good morning, mommy."

I got to where he was and took him into my arms. "Good morning, Zion." then I turned to Aaron. "Good morning to you."

"Good morning, love. I hope I didn't wake you up with my singing."

"You didn't, but you kept me up with it."

"I'm hungry, daddy didn't want to wake you so he is making breakfast," he announced.

"I see that." I eyed the pan and saw the sauced egg and vegetables and it looked like an absolute delight. "Smells delicious."

"Thank you." he smiled at me and that weakening dimple appeared. "And I'm sorry if I had overstepped by cooking without first asking for your permission," he said.

Trust this man to add nobility to his many virtues.

"You didn't and never apologise for doing what's right for Zion. I'd always understand."