Flash Marriage: In His Eyes-Chapter 237: Sky

–Deanne–

Perfect. He bought everything I’d been craving. And still—my handsome, clueless man had no idea that I’m pregnant. I adore him for that innocence... it makes manipulating him just a little more entertaining.

"So, about the wedding?" He grinned as he snuggled against me on the mansion’s velvet sofa.

"We’ll hold it as soon as possible." I slid my fingers through his hair, letting them trail down to his cheek before pressing a kiss on his forehead. He melted instantly, burying his face between my breasts like a needy puppy.

"Mama!" Sky cried out.

The spell broke. I lifted my gaze toward the stairs. Logan was coming down, Sky in his arms, tapping his back gently. But Sky’s cries grew louder, dramatic—purposeful.

"Mama..."

"Why does he keep calling his mom?" Caine muttered against my chest.

"Well, we always show him Livana’s portraits. He knows her face." I shrugged.

"Oh, that explains why he keeps raising his arms at every picture of her," he mumbled. "Poor little guy."

If only he knew Livana was alive... that Sky was crying because he wanted to sleep next to her warm body, not because of grief. But we can’t tell anyone yet—not him, not the boys, not the world. First, Livana must be ready. And Laura and Damien deserve to know before anyone.

"Tata." Sky pointed at me with desperate urgency. I extended my arms and Logan surrendered to him with a heavy sigh.

"Tata," Sky said again, hugging my neck tightly. I stroked his back.

"My little Skyler." I kissed his damp cheeks. "Stop crying, okay? You’ll sleep with us."

"But—" Caine’s pout was dramatic.

"We can do it tomorrow," I murmured sweetly.

He sighed, defeated, and patted Sky’s tiny shoulder.

"You can prepare his formula this time, right?" I smiled at him, slow and teasing.

"I don’t know how," he admitted.

"I’ll teach you." Logan yawned. "Come on, I’ll show you."

"What? You know how to make formula?" Caine scoffed, and I nudged him sharply.

"Go. Get his milk."

"Milk." Sky pointed accusingly at my chest.

"I don’t have milk... yet." I whispered against his hair. He sighed and clung tighter. "Go, Caine."

He grumbled but obeyed.

"Don’t touch my girl’s boobs. She’s not your mom," he called back, and Sky waved at him dismissively, snuggling deeper against me.

Minutes later, Caine returned with a bottle he proudly mixed himself. Sky grabbed it, then immediately lifted both arms toward Caine. He picked him up without hesitation.

"Let’s go upstairs," I said, and we carried the little one into our room.

Sky had one demand—soft taps on his butt as he drifted off. Caine did it, surprisingly gentle, and Sky fell asleep within minutes. He tossed his empty bottle but Caine caught it midair, then turned to me with a smile that was all love and idiocy.

"Now tell me," he said. "Are you pregnant?"

I shrugged slowly. "Hmm. How would you know?"

"You told Sky you didn’t have milk ’yet’. That only means—"

"Yes. I’m pregnant." I whispered.

He froze, eyes wide, then crawled closer and pressed his ear to my belly. My stomach growled loudly.

"I think our baby is hungry again," he said, beaming as he covered my face with kisses. "I love you. Let’s get married right away."

"Yes. Do that." I kissed him, and he stood up immediately.

"I’ll get whatever you want."

"I’ve been eyeing Laura’s frozen ramen and dumplings."

"I’ll make that." He kissed my lips, then my stomach, and hurried out.

When he returned, he came bearing a tray overflowing with food—a steaming bowl of ramen, beautifully plated, and a mountain of spinach dumplings. Twenty pieces, at least.

He waved at me excitedly. I slipped off the bed and approached the table.

"I’ll order more from the Japanese restaurant. That frozen ramen doesn’t stand a chance," he declared while helping me tie my hair.

"Wow. This tastes amazing."

"Foodie?"

We froze. Sky was sitting on the bed, hair messy, eyes locked on my ramen.

"I swear this kid is a foodie," Caine muttered. "I don’t know where he gets it."

"Livana isn’t a foodie," I said as Sky climbed down, falling on his butt but getting right back up, stubborn and adorable.

Caine scooped him up. Sky nearly grabbed a hot dumpling, but Caine managed to stop him. I used a chopstick to store it in half and I blew on it and fed him. He chewed like it was gourmet.

"I also want a baby who eats everything," I murmured, watching Sky with a soft smile.

Caine’s eyes widened. "We can work on that."

Sky fed Caine next, then pointed to the ramen. I fed him a small bite, and his eyes sparkled.

"We can’t give him more," I said. "It’s late. It’s past his bedtime."

"But he’s hungry."

"He’s always hungry."

–Jane–

I still wasn’t sure why Logan had handed Sky over to Caine and Deanne, but it didn’t matter—because now he was trailing behind me like some oversized, persistent shadow. I honestly couldn’t tell whether his brain worked in reverse or his entire manhood did.

"Come on," he murmured, looping his arms around my waist from behind. He buried his face in my neck, warm breath ghosting over my skin.

"Just go bother someone else," I muttered, elbowing him lightly.

"I don’t want someone else." His lips brushed my cheek in a soft, annoyingly affectionate kiss.

I pushed his face away. That handsome, infuriating face.

"Go to a bar. A club. Anywhere."

"Nope." He shook his head with the stubbornness of a child refusing to eat vegetables.

My phone chimed. I immediately grabbed it before he could.

Livana: Is Sky asleep?

"Check on Sky," I told him, tapping his arm.

"He’s with Caine and Deanne." He checked his own phone. "Oh. He’s eating ramen and dumplings."

"What?" I smacked his arm. "He can’t eat that yet! Not at night."

"But he’s eating," he said as he snapped a picture and sent it to Livana—who he had saved in his phone as Big Boss.

Big Boss: Adorable. I hope he won’t get a bad stomach ache.

I snatched Logan’s phone immediately.

I told her—very specifically—that Sky shouldn’t be eating more than a few bites.

I marched straight to Caine and Deanne’s room and knocked.

"Come in!" Caine called.

I opened the door and found all three of them still eating happily.

"Nope. Sky can’t eat more." I scooped Sky right out of Caine’s lap. "Say good night."

"Night, night," Sky waved, still chewing. I grabbed the empty baby bottle from the table.

"Foodie," he mumbled as we stepped out.

"Sorry, baby. Not more tonight. You’ll get a stomachache," I whispered, kissing his temple.

Logan caught up to us, still radiating the energy of a man very, very ready to misbehave. He followed us into Sky’s bedroom, hovering like an overgrown dog waiting for attention.

I handed Sky his bottle. He drank a little, crawled into his mini bed, and tapped his back to request pats. I tucked him in, dimmed the lights, and shooed Logan with a glare.

He didn’t leave.

Of course he didn’t.

Instead, he settled on the sofa, turned off the main light, and started setting up Sky’s little monitoring robot with quiet efficiency.

I patted Sky’s back until he drifted off. When I looked at Logan, he was waving at me like a child beckoning his favorite toy.

I waved him away.

He ignored me—naturally—scooped me up from the bed, and carried me out as he closed Sky’s door.

"Put me down," I hissed, kicking lightly at him.

"Nope," he said again, far too pleased with himself.

He carried me to his room—right next to Sky’s—and tossed me gently onto the bed. He grinned as he began undressing.

I sighed. Escaping him was impossible at this point.

And... if I was honest with myself... I needed to sleep. The deep, uninterrupted kind that only came after burning through all the stress inside me. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

I sat up, pulled my shirt over my head—

And he was already there, warm hands and warm mouth, stealing my breath.

We didn’t stop.

We didn’t speak.

Just shared heat, softness, roughness—whatever existed in that unspoken space between need and comfort.

He held me like I mattered.

Like I wasn’t just someone useful.

No one ever did that—not even my ex, the one who shared his name.

It wasn’t just once.

He never stopped at once.

Not until I was exhausted, boneless, comfortably tucked into his sheets.

I heard him moving after, the soft noises of him tending to Sky through the nanny cam. Half-asleep, I saw him leave the room when Sky stirred.

My eyes fluttered as I listened to his voice through the speaker:

"Man, you really need to sleep," Logan murmured gently.

I smiled into my pillow. Sky was safe. Logan was... reliable, in his own chaotic way. And for the first time in days, my mind eased.

I must’ve dozed off, because I later woke to soft warmth and the faint sensation of being wanted again. His face was close, breath hot against my skin. He kissed me, slow and unhurried, until my body melted back into his.

There were no words—just his steady presence, the weight of him, the care threaded through every movement until I was trembling and pulling him closer.

"Let’s do that again tomorrow," he whispered, kissing me lazily.

I watched him discard the wrappers before sliding beside me again. I was almost asleep when his phone rang.

"Yes? ...Alright, I’m on my way," he answered.

He leaned in and kissed me awake.

"I’ve got an emergency. Sleep next to Sky, okay?"

"What is it?" I mumbled.

"Tyrona’s monitoring Livana’s car. I have to check our candidates for Damon’s mistress." He kissed me again. "Go sleep. You’re tired."

I watched him leave, then dragged myself up, dressed, and returned to Sky’s room. I curled on the sofa, too drained to care about anything except closing my eyes.

"Tata," Sky whispered.

I opened my eyes to see him climbing down from his bed, pillow in hand. He waddled toward me and snuggled into my arms. I hugged him tightly, kissed his forehead.

Then—oddly—he tapped me and began singing softly, a broken little tune he made up on the spot.

I held him close. His small voice faded. His breathing slowed.

He fell asleep on my chest.

And this time,

I did too.