Zion’s POV
I kicked the door of the hotel I was staying here in Maple Tree close behind me, and I tossed the key card unto the f*****g dresser before walking to the couch.
This wasn’t what I wanted, not at all. This wasn’t the life I wanted to live with my son. I wanted him under my roof, with him knowing I’m his father, not him thinking I was Mommy’s friend, or meeting him in some stupid park.
Raking my fingers through my hair, I used them to massage the muscles of my skull that had seemed to be so tight and tense since the day I discovered I had a son I didn’t know about.
The thing that had happened the past few days had rocked me, and to think I hadn't told my family about this. I was still trying to run a tight ship on it because the last thing I wanted was for them to get the wi
