Filed to story: Hiding the Alphas Baby Novel PDF Free by Author Lia
“There was some event in her school so she had to leave early. She called me to inform me about it. So, I came to look after Ayla until you came back.” Theodore’s deep voice tells me as he approaches us.
“She should have told me. “I glance at the man in front of me.
He is the definition of masculinity. His broad shoulders and built body is hard to ignore. My eyes rise to his face which has a chiseled jaw, soft thick lips, and a pair of bright blue eyes. He is Alpha Marcus’ son and the man who forced me to become his friend just when I arrived in this pack.
“She knows you were busy in the diner.” He smiles at me, and the shine in his eyes intensifies meaningfully.
I swallow my saliva and look back at Ayla who is glancing between me and Theo. She likes to think of him as her chosen Daddy and wants me to accept it as well.
“You are busy too. You can’t continue to drop your work and come here, Theo.” I sigh.
“I missed Ayla. I had to come to see her anyway.” He makes an excuse instantly.
“You missed me? That’s not what you said before. You shaid you mished Mommy.” Ayla chimes.
Theo’s eyes widen. His cheeks flush, and so do the tips of his ears. Laughter bubbles in my throat. He always gets caught.
“Little Ayla, you always give me away.” He places his hand on the back of her head, ruffling her hair.
“Did you have dinner? “I get over the playful atmosphere and ask Ayla.
“Theo. Burgers.” She informs me in two little words. “Now I want to shweep.”
“Okay, baby. “I kiss her plump cheeks again before leading her to the bedroom.
I stop in the doorway and glance over my shoulder at Theo, who is standing there in his wet brown T-shirt and black jeans.
“Uhm. You can take off your shirt and leave it to dry, Theo.” I tell him as my cheeks burn.
He licks his lower lips before nodding softly. I enter the bedroom and close the door behind me.
“He ish Daddy.” Ayla hums, pressing her face into my neck.
I pat her body to see if she is wet but sigh in relief when I find she is not. She only likes to drench other people.
Placing her down on the bed, I lay down beside her. She rolls over me and refuses to get down after that.
“He is not Daddy, baby. “I press a soft kiss to the top of her head.
“Who ish Daddy?” She yawns.
She asks me the same question every night and I don’t know how to answer that. How do you tell your kid you don’t know who their Daddy is and why she doesn’t have a big family like the rest of the kids she knows?
My eyes burn as I softly pat her back. This always puts her to sleep quickly. She is an intelligent kid. She never wanted to hear stories or lullabies. She said it makes her feel awake more than helping her sleep. She wants to just lay down on top of me and have me pat her back to put her to sleep. That’s a strange demand from a kid but it still makes my heart swell every time.
Sometimes, I wonder if it’s something her Daddy likes to do. Maybe, she inherited his habit.
This always leads to thinking about a man I don’t know anything about.
What kind of a man is he?
Would I have felt less lonely if he was around?
Would he have loved Ayla and made her happy?
“I miss Daddy.” Ayla mumbles.
A tear slides down my eye as my hand pauses in the air. How do you miss someone you don’t even know?
“He will come for us, baby. “I whisper.
I can only give her false hope. I feel horrible for this, but I don’t want her to become hopeless and sad at such a young age.
She doesn’t reply. Her soft snores fill the small room shortly after. I keep her on top of me until I am sure she is in deep sleep.
Then, I slowly put her down on the bed and plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. My heart fills with the same unexplainable emotions when I look at my innocent daughter – – – the light of my eyes and the pride of my heart.
After admiring her for some time, I decide to walk out and face Theo. He must be waiting. I should see him to the door.
When I come out of the bedroom and close the door behind me, I find the sitting area empty. Noises come from the kitchen on the right.
I walk to the door and peek inside. As expected, he is there, standing in front of the oven and heating some pasta I left in the fridge this morning. He is shirtless, and his smooth body is on display.
My cheeks heat up again. I cough and take my eyes off him.
“I am sure you didn’t have dinner. You never take care of yourself.” He sighs.
“When are you going to stop treating me like a child?” I grin, focusing on his face instead of his strong body.
“When you start looking after yourself. When you start realizing how precious you are.” His voice comes out throaty and deep.
I gulp and look down at the floor. I am aware of his eyes on me, and the heat in his stare but I can’t bring myself to answer these silent emotions of his.
LAYLA
I settle down on the couch in the sitting area. He hands me the plate and places the glass filled with cola on the center table. Then, he sits down beside me.
I slide a little to my right to put some unconscious distance between us. I don’t know why I can’t give him a chance when I am single and not bound to anyone. He is nice and loves Ayla. No one can be a better partner than him, but –
I just can’t.
“Dad called you in his office today?” He starts the conversation.
I stab the pasta with the fork before pausing. The earlier talk with Alpha Marcus repeats inside my head.
“Yeah.” I nod absentmindedly.
“I don’t believe it’s only your former pack looking for you, Layla,” Theo says.
My eyes widen as I look at him. Suddenly, I lost interest in the pasta and placed the plate on the center table.
“What do you mean?” I ask him in a high-pitched voice.
Theo runs his fingers through his hair. My eyes drift to his bare, tanned chest before my cheeks heat up.
“I don’t think if I should tell you this- – -“He trails off.