Chapter 64
Nolan
"Seriously, why is your poop radioactive?" I mutter, holding my breath as I wrestle with Lanny's diaper. "What are you eating, kid? Batteries?"
He kicks his chubby legs, babbling nonsense like he finds this whole ordeal hilarious. I finally get him cleaned up, tie off the disaster zone, and sigh in relief.
"There. Mission accomplished. Don't say your old man never did anything for you."
He coos at me—big eyes, sweet little grin—and I roll mine. "Just like your father. Flash a smile, and everyone forgives you."
I scoop him up, pressing a kiss to his soft hair despite my complaints, and wander toward the balcony. The plan is simple: enjoy the sea breeze, maybe sit in one of the chairs, and let the ocean work its magic while this little demon drools on my shirt.
But then I freeze.
Out in the distance, down by the beach, there's a familiar shape. A blob of red.
Ciel.
