NovelEnglish“Today is my son’s birthday.”
Having concluded the call, Waylen left the office while only wearing a tweed coat.
Smiling, Jazlyn stood there and gazed after him.
Elegantly dressed, Waylen embarked on his journey home. It was already seven o’clock when he arrived.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe allure of the snow-Laden city was a stark contrast to the warmth awaiting him at the villa. His entry was marked by the swaying snowflakes, his figure a striking contrast against the wintry backdrop.
Waylen took out the gift from the trunk and strolled into the hall.
“The snowfall has intensified.”
As he divested himself of his coat, Waylen called out, his voice tender and warm, “Come here, Leonel.”
Leonel, perched on a chair, turned to face Waylen, anticipation painted across his features.
Before him stood an array of delights. It was a birthday feast prepared by Rena’s careful hands, a tableau of his favorite dishes adorned with Rena’s love.
Among the treasures, Leonel’s gaze was drawn to the sizable gift held by Waylen. It was a treasure that mirrored his admiration for Superman, his beloved animated character.
The excitement in Leonel’s eyes was palpable as he bounded toward Waylen, embraced by strong arms and a loving kiss. Waylen’s voice carried a gentle, affectionate cadence. “Rena mentioned that today is your birthday. I apologize for my tardiness. This is your birthday gift. Do you like it?”
Grasping the gift with tender awe, Leonel cradled it close to his heart.
Waylen’s gaze shifted, his attention drawn to the dining room where Rena, Alexis, and Marcus shared a familial moment. Alexis’s exuberance filled the air as she led the family in a joyous birthday song for Leonel, her offering a promise of shared nights and companionship.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWaylen’s playful banter wafted through the room, aimed at Alexis, the embodiment of his protective affection. “Alexis, today is not your birthday.”
Unfazed, Alexis’s retort held an air of pride, her words adorned with a touch of regality. “It’s a rare treat for someone like me to share my space.”
Her proclamation mirrored the fortress of independence Alexis had built, her royal quarters a sanctuary she didn’t share Lightly.
Leonel blushed.
Amidst the warmth of familial love, Waylen’s gaze Landed on Rena, his adoration tangible in the way he stepped toward her. Rena’s eyes met his, a soft smile gracing her lips, and Waylen’s voice, a melody of affection, brushed her ear. “Happy birthday, my children’s mother.”
As Rena cradled Leonel, their shared moment was imbued with a gentle invitation to blow the candles that adorned his birthday treat.
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