526 How Do I Look At Him?

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

Dion's eyes were set on me as I held him vertically to my body, placing his head in my palms. His eyes followed my movements. He must be seeing all these things for the very first time. 

"Aa," I said. 

"A…," he mimicked, his mouth drooling as he tried. 

I chuckled, wiping his lips. He could make small sounds, kind of like 'a'. And every time I made the sound, he followed. 

Blue was taking a bath. She and I had been having sex a lot these days. Although it was satisfying, I actually felt guilty to do it so much that she could not move much afterward and got very tired. Actually, that was my plan. I wanted to make her so tired that she could not move anymore. Then, she would not be able to work as much as she wanted to. She needed rest. A good rest. 

"Can you say 'daddy'?"

"A…"

"What about 'dada'?"

"A…"