Flash Marriage: In His Eyes-Chapter 205: Big Man’s Tantrums

–Livana–

The most annoying thing? He ignored me afterward. He left, infuriated. I don’t really understand him. He’s acting childish.

Once I placed my son in his crib, I checked the nanny cam to ensure it was working perfectly. Should I coax this big baby? How irritating. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

I went downstairs to the gym and found him punching the training dummy with his bare hands—each hit echoing through the room like thunder.

"Stop acting like a child, Damon. Of course, I love my child. He came out from me."

He glared at me, his jaw tightening.

"We made that child together. He also came out from me!" His words struck like stones, slow and deliberate. "We’ve been together longer than him. I loved you first. But did I ever win your love in return?"

He kicked the dummy hard as I approached him. I sighed softly.

"It’s not about winning, dumbass." I crossed my arms, intending to scold him, but before I could, he seized my neck and pulled me toward him, crushing his lips against mine.

I didn’t resist. This was his possessive way of claiming me—of reminding himself that I was his. I stroked his back gently as his anger began to melt into desperation. When I tried to push him away, he still clung to me, pressing rough kisses across my face and neck as though trying to breathe me in.

When I finally reached his face, I saw his fury giving way to tears. Perhaps I had been too harsh on him.

"It’s not that," I murmured softly. "I love you as well."

I said it just to calm him down—at least that’s what I thought—but the words came out too honest, too raw. I love him? Wait... do I love this man? The one I once detested most during my years in high school?

"Do you mean that?" he asked, searching my face.

"Yes," I replied, meeting his gaze without hesitation. "Now stop being childish, okay?"

I tiptoed and pulled his face down to kiss his lips. He kissed back—still rough, still possessive, but less angry.

"Liva!"

We froze when Laura’s voice chimed in.

"Oh." She gasped when she saw us, then grinned. "Well, my twins are in the nursery room with Mom and the nannies."

"Got it," I replied, watching her wave with that playful grin of hers.

"Liva needs at least a few months’ break, Damon. You don’t want to break your wife, right?" She giggled as she walked away.

I turned to him and intertwined my fingers with his. "Let’s go to our room."

He stared at me as though mesmerized.

"Damon," I said as we walked. "Our little boy—we worked hard to make him. You should be sweet, caring, and loving toward him, okay?"

He didn’t answer.

"Damon," I called again.

"Yes, love?"

We stopped in front of our bedroom. I looked down at his large, calloused hand.

"Our baby is our everything, Damon. You’re his father—you should love him more than you love me."

"Nonsense." He rolled his eyes. "I can’t love anyone more than you."

I sighed. I suppose I can’t change that.

"Fine, then. But protect our son, love him, and take care of him."

He let out a quiet breath. "Okay."

We entered our bedroom, and he gently closed the door. I walked over to the crib where our little angel slept soundly—peaceful, like the world could crumble and he wouldn’t stir.

"Look at him," I whispered. "So handsome."

"And I’m not handsome?" he teased.

I scoffed and nudged him. "Here we go again with your nonsense tantrums."

Turning to him, I wrapped my arms around his waist. "You are my husband. I married you—yes, for convenience."

He didn’t look down at me, so I reached up and turned his chin toward me.

"I love you." The words slipped out, unguarded and sincere. "I love our baby. You’re a big man, Damon, and I know you can protect our family."

"Of course," he murmured, caressing my hair. "I’ll protect the family. I’ll protect you." He kissed my forehead. "You are my breathing air."

I chuckled softly at his hopelessly romantic words. "Alright, my dummy husband." I brushed his cheek with my hand. "I’ll check with the doctors if we can make love soon."

"Stop. I can wait six months," he said, hugging me and inhaling the scent of my hair. "Let’s just sleep without Sky between us."

He lifted me and carried me to the bed.

"Let’s have a morning nap," he said softly. "Let’s sleep while Sky sleeps."

"I’ll check on the twins first."

I reached for my phone and saw them playing in their crib, fresh from their bath. My mother-in-law was watching over them with three nannies. Damon took the phone from me and checked it himself—of course, always needing to confirm.

Sleep began to pull at me. Maybe it was because, for the first time in a long while, I felt utterly protected.

He brushed a hand over my head. "Just sleep, my love. I’ll take care of you."

"Hmm..."

"I love you," he whispered. He leaned close, his breath warm. "I love you."

"I do too," I mumbled, eyes half-closed.

"No. Say the word—’love.’"

"Alright," I sighed. "I love you." I closed my eyes. "Now stop pestering me. I’m really sleepy."

He kissed my forehead, and I wrapped my legs around him as I drifted off. My big bear. My foolish, precious storm.

–Jane–

I actually feel well today. A miracle, really. I stretched, took a long, steaming bath, and finally decided to leave my self-imposed cave of recovery.

"Hey," Sophia greeted, one hand lazily waving while the other typed on her computer like her life depended on it.

"Wow, the house is quiet," I said, smiling in disbelief. "Some peace, finally."

No Logan Zachary Maxwell blabbering nonsense around. Bliss.

"He went to Keiko’s place. Might take a day or two," Sophia said without looking up. "You know Keiko—she’ll seduce him until he can’t stand."

I was just about to thank every deity I could think of when the sound of heavy, familiar footsteps echoed down the hall. My peace lasted a grand total of thirty seconds.

"Sophia, I’m not that kind of man," a familiar voice announced, full of mock righteousness.

And there he was—Logan, striding in with that infuriating grin.

"Not really," he added, because apparently, clarification was necessary. "We had sex for over five hours. Keiko got too worked up, so I left."

Sophia burst out laughing. I, however, contemplated stabbing my ears with a fork.

"I’ll just take a bath," he said casually. "What’s for dinner?"

"Kai’s cooking," Sophia replied as if nothing about that statement was horrifying. Perfect excuse for me to disappear.

In the kitchen, Kai glanced up. "Hey, Jane. Feeling better?"

"Yes. I’m ready to work again," I said, tying on an apron like a soldier putting on armor.

"Just sit. I can handle the cooking."

"I don’t think—"

"Trust me," he interrupted with a grin.

"I’m suddenly nervous," I muttered.

He laughed. "Hey, Sophia taught me a lot. I’ve been cooking for days while you were on bed rest. We’re still alive, right?"

"Barely," I mumbled under my breath.

"I’m going to visit Kei at the facility tonight," I said, changing the subject.

"I can’t go with you," Kai replied.

"I wasn’t asking," I deadpanned. "I’m just saying I’ll be leaving tonight to check on him."

"Oh." He snapped his fingers. "Nope. You’re not going." He clipped his apron like he was sealing my fate. "You’re not leaving the penthouse until you’re fully recovered."

He sounded like an overprotective big brother, which would’ve been sweet if it weren’t completely inconvenient.

I went quiet, already planning my escape. I needed to see Kei. The guilt still lingered like an unwanted shadow — the kind that whispered at night when everything was quiet.

"Kai, please?"

"No. The penthouse is secured. You’re on house arrest."

I hummed as if I agreed, but my brain was already halfway out the window.

By the time dinner was ready, Kai had set a full-course meal like we were about to host royalty—soup, main course, salad, dessert. My appetite, however, was nonexistent.

Logan, sitting beside me, casually slid his phone over. I glanced down.

Let’s escape at 23:32. They’ll be screwing at that time.

I stared at him.

"Netflix and chill?" he asked with a grin that screamed I’m up to no good.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."

But I couldn’t help the smirk tugging at my lips. Logan was, unfortunately, my ticket out.

Later, I prepped for the great escape. Logan entered my room dragging a massive luggage bag like a magician about to unveil a stupid trick.

"I think you can fit in here," he said proudly.

"What the hell? Are you serious?"

He nodded with that dangerous confidence of someone who shouldn’t be trusted. "Kai’s rules are clear—you can’t walk out, so we’ll roll you out."

I sighed. "Genius. Absolute genius."

Still, I changed into something stretchy and comfortable, climbed into the bag, and tucked my purse and shoes beside me.

"I think they’re already at it," he whispered with a grin.

I peeked out just in time to see him holding something life-sized and horrifyingly realistic.

"What is that?"

"This," he said proudly, "is a sex doll."

I blinked. "Of course it is."

"Made of silicon and all the good stuff," he added, as if we were discussing fine wine.

"Right. Because Japan," I muttered, inspecting the thing. "You actually use that?"

"I haven’t," he said quickly. "It was a gag gift."

"Did you at least check it for hidden cameras?"

"Yup. All clean." He smacked the doll’s chest and squeezed it like he was testing fruit at a market. I cringed so hard I might’ve aged.

"Why am I friends with you?"

He ignored me and threw the doll on my bed, covering it with the duvet. "Since Keiko and I had our last round, I figured I’d use this girl when we get back."

"Ugh," I groaned, crawling into the luggage. "Just zip me up. I’m done listening to your perversion."

He zipped it closed and patted the bag. "Ready for takeoff."

"Yeah, let’s go before I suffocate."

"But I’m kind of horny. Should I—"

"For fuck’s sake, Logan!" I smacked the inside of the luggage. "Just go!"

His laugh echoed in the room—loud, amused, and irritatingly contagious.

The bastard was enjoying this way too much. And the worst part? I was starting to find it funny too.