[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice-Chapter 390: He Called Me Daddy

Nicki froze, his heart stumbling in his chest. The glass in his hand suddenly felt heavy. He hadn’t expected Jaxon to piece the puzzle together so accurately.

Nicki forced himself to take a breath, trying to keep his voice steady as he looked back at Jaxon. "What did you see?" he asked quietly. "What made you ask that?"

Jaxon didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he walked over to the bar, poured himself a glass of wine, and joined Nicki on the sofa. He settled in beside him, the silence stretching tight. "You don’t need to ask how I know or what I saw," Jaxon said, his eyes fixed on Nicki. "I’m just curious. I need to know if I’m right. Was he the one?"

Nicki looked at him once, seeing the steady, calm demand in Jaxon’s eyes. He realized there was no point in lying. "You’re right," Nicki admitted, his shoulders slumping slightly. "He is. I’m sorry... the reason I never mentioned his name was—"

"It’s fine," Jaxon interrupted smoothly, leaning back. "I understand why you kept it quiet. I’m not upset, Nicki. I just wanted the truth." He took a sip of his wine, his gaze softening. "How are you feeling? Seeing him marry someone else tonight... how are you really doing?"

Nicki met his gaze honestly. "I’m fine. For real. That part of my life is over, Jaxon. Seeing him happy with Zayn... It didn’t hurt the way I thought it might."

"That’s good, sweetheart," Jaxon said, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips. "In that case, let’s focus on us. I should remind you, we’re flying out next week."

"I know," Nicki replied, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. "I haven’t forgotten."

Jaxon set his glass down and glanced around their sleek, quiet room. "I have to admit," he said softly, "seeing their wedding tonight made me want us to have our own, soon."

Nicki smiled, the tension finally leaving his body completely. "I’m ready whenever you are."

Jaxon’s smile turned nasty, his eyes darkening with a familiar hunger. He reached out, tugging Nicki closer by the waist. "Well, since you’re so ready to please me... come and suck Daddy’s cock for now. we’ll plan the wedding when the time is right."

Nicki chuckled, leaning into Jaxon’s space with a playful, sultry glint in his eyes. "How about you come and suck me instead, Daddy?"

Jaxon laughed, a low vibrate in his chest. "Okay, anything for my stubborn boy. I’ll do it." He didn’t need further invitation, pulling Nicki down as they began to lose themselves in their own beautiful, heated moment.

By the late hour, family, friends, and members of Draeven’s inner circle had all returned safely to their homes, the echoes of the grand wedding slowly dissolving into the night.

The following morning, Zayn’s father had already begun his journey back, leaving the new couple to their peace.

The sunlight filtered softly through the curtains. Evric was the first to wake. He shifted slightly, his gaze landing on the two most important people in his life. He leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss to Liam’s chubby cheek, then moved to Zayn, pressing a lingering, tender kiss to his forehead.

"Good morning, baby," he whispered into the stillness.

Liam stirred, instinctively hugging his father’s arm. The sight was so perfect that Evric reached for his phone on the nightstand. He snapped a picture of the two of them sleeping, his husband and his son, and then took a dozen more of Zayn’s peaceful face. Finally, he propped the phone up and joined them, capturing a beautiful shot of all three of them together for the very first time as a family.

Eventually, Evric slipped out of bed. He moved around the room quietly, picking up their discarded wedding clothes from the floor. He laid out a fresh set of clothes for himself and Zayn, and then carefully prepared a small, stylish outfit for Liam.

Zayn finally blinked his eyes open, a lazy smile spreading across his face when he saw Evric. He sat up, draped in his silk robe, and walked over to wrap his arms around Evric’s waist from behind. "Good morning, my husband," he murmured into Evric’s back.

Evric turned in his arms, smiling warmly. "Good morning, baby. Hope you slept well? How are you feeling today?"

Zayn leaned his head against Evric’s chest, his eyes half-closed. "I woke up so lazy... I don’t want to lift a single finger."

Evric chuckled, kissing the tip of Zayn’s nose. "I hear you, sir. But you’ll need to shower and dress. The car is already waiting outside to take us to our new home."

Just then, Liam sat up in the middle of the massive bed. He raised a small hand, pointing straight at Evric. "Daddy!" he chirped.

Zayn, thinking the toddler was confused, stepped toward the bed to pick him up. "I’m right here, Liam." But Liam shook his head, pushing Zayn’s hands away and pointing more insistently at Evric. "Daddy!"

Zayn froze, then looked back at Evric. "He’s pointing at you, Evric. Not me."

Evric’s eyes widened in pure, unfiltered excitement. His heart practically skipped a beat. "Zayn... did he just call me Daddy?"

Without waiting for an answer, Evric scrambled onto the bed, hovering over Liam with a huge grin. "Hey, little man. Can you say it again? Call me again."

Liam just giggled, looking at him mischievously. Evric didn’t give up; he started tickling Liam’s tummy, making the boy shriek with laughter. "Say it! Say, Daddy!"

Liam’s giggles filled the suite, and soon Zayn joined them on the bed, the three of them rolling around in a pile of silk sheets and laughter. It was a sweet, chaotic moment of pure family bliss. After a long while of playing, they finally managed to herd everyone into the shower.

Once they were dressed and ready, they stood by the door, suitcases packed. They were finally ready to step out of the bridal suite and begin their life together in the home they had chosen.

Downstairs, the morning sun bathed the mansion’s foyer in a warm glow. Evric carried Liam securely in his arms, the boy resting his head on his shoulder, while Zayn followed closely, his hand firmly interlaced with his husband’s. Their driver was already waiting, efficiently loading their luggage into the trunk as they settled into the plush back seat for the drive to their new mansion.

The car had barely pulled away from the gates when Zayn let out a soft sigh. "I’m starving," he admitted, leaning his head back. "I’m so hungry I can’t even think straight."

Evric squeezed Zayn’s hand, offering a reassuring smile. "Just wait a little bit longer, baby. We’ll be home soon, and I’ll have the kitchen prepare whatever you want."

"Okay, baby," Zayn murmured, shifting to rest his head on Evric’s broad shoulder. Liam, feeling the warmth of his parents, shifted in Evric’s lap to hug him tight, while Zayn wrapped an arm around both of them, closing his eyes in total contentment.

As they cruised toward their new home, Evric looked down at the boy in his lap and then at his husband. "I was thinking," he murmured, his voice low and thoughtful. "I really wish Liam could come with us on our honeymoon vacation. It feels wrong leaving him behind."

Zayn opened one eye and looked at him softly. "It’s not possible, Evric. You know why. The first week of next month is when Meera is finally relocating."

Evric frowned slightly, his protective instincts for the boy flaring up. He didn’t like the idea of Liam being so far away, even with his mother. He looked at Zayn, his gaze serious. "What if Liam stays back with us? he asked quietly. "Does he really have to go with her? Can’t he just... stay?"