~Malek’s pov~
There is a child on my stomach squirming and making adorable noises. He’s tapping his train toy on my chest, and babbling about nonsense. He looks so much like Aspen. Tiny white hair sticking out of his scalp, and his chubby face is bright with a smile. I honestly don’t know how people can endure having such a little monster with them. Children aren’t exactly gross, they’re just gross. And I have been tasked with taking care of one little mess because I am trying to get on my brother’s good side. Rylan has not forgiven me. I can tell.
He keeps acting like I’m not that important. I know my head is quite large but I can’t exactly turn off my ego. I’m trying here but he’s treating me like a nuisance. Or maybe that’s all in my head who knows?
So when Zane contacted me saying
