"Found you, soda glass," Kairo whispered, his eyes burning with a mix of pain and obsession.
"You really think you can run away from me that easily?" he said, stepping into the room."Bad decision, darling," he added darkly.
Sara's heart skipped, and she stumbled back as he stepped into the room. His gaze flicked to Zayn, and a few men appeared behind him.
"Take the baby," he ordered.
Before Sara could react, Kairo lifted her effortlessly over his shoulder. She struggled, shouting,
"Let me go… You bastard!" but he ignored her protests and strode out of the room.
On the way, he handed a bundle of cash to the boy who had come to collect the rent, the same boy who had unwittingly helped Kairo track her down. Sara wriggled and kicked, but nothing could match his strength.
He opened the car door and pushed her inside, looming over her. "I tried pleading, soda glass… now it's time to be a little rebellious," he said with a smirk. Sara stared at him in horror.
Kairo took Zayn from one of his men and sat down beside her. The driver started the car, and Kairo gently held Zayn, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.
Sara reached to snatch Zayn, but he blocked her.
"If you don't want him to wake up and get scared, don't," he warned firmly.
She stayed quiet, and he pulled her closer, holding her in one arm and Zayn in the other. She tried to wriggle, but he kept her firmly in place, brushing a tender kiss against the side of her temple.
The car pulled away.
For half the ride, silence filled the air, only broken by the steady hum of the engine. Then Zayn stirred, his little body shifting before his eyes fluttered open. "Mumma…" he whispered weakly.
"Baby!" Sara's voice cracked. She reached for him, holding his tiny hands. "Zayn, my love."
"Hey, buddy." Kairo's voice softened instantly, and he helped the boy sit upright. "Had a good nap, champ?"
Zayn blinked at him, confused, before turning back to his mother for reassurance.
"Where are we going?" Zayn asked softly, rubbing his eyes.
Kairo smiled. "To our home. Dada's home."
Sara's head whipped toward him, her blood boiling. "What?"
"Yes," he said, his lips curving. "We're going home. You, my wife. And Zayn, my son."
Her eyes blazed. "Wife? Are you out of your mind?"
"I was," he said calmly. "Now, for the first time, I'm in my right mind. Wifey." He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers before she could jerk away.
Sara's breath hitched with fury.
Turning to Zayn again, Kairo softened. "You know what, champ? Your real home is so, so big. You can run around everywhere… and there are more toys than you could ever imagine."
Zayn was still in a daze, his little mind slowly processing everything. He crawled onto his mother's lap for comfort. Kairo didn't stop him, letting him seek the warmth he needed.
As soon as he rested on Sara's chest, he snuggled in tightly, tiny arms wrapping around her, blinking at Kairo. Sara held him close, gently rubbing his small arms, trying to soothe him.
Kairo smiled at the sight and leaned down slightly. "Ohh, my little angel… still sleepy? Did you forget your Dada? I brought you so many toys, remember?"
Sara's eyes narrowed, protective. "You can't bribe him with toys. He's my son."
Kairo chuckled, shaking his head. "I know, darling… He's just like you. But he shares my DNA too… It won't take long for him to be charmed," he said confidently, smirking.
For a few minutes, Zayn stayed curled up in his mother's arms, clinging to her warmth. But as the car moved and he grew familiar with Kairo's presence, he began to giggle softly, then louder, his tiny laughter filling the car like bells.
Kairo's heart melted. He leaned closer, smiling, and kissed the little boy's nose. To his surprise, Zayn giggled again and returned the kiss with a shy peck of his own.
Sara's eyes widened in shock, her grip tightening around her son.
Kairo glanced at her with a small smile of victory. "See? He's mine now…" he murmured.
Sara glared at him, then bent down to her child, her voice soft. "Baby… my love, didn't Mumma tell you not to talk to this man? You promised me, remember?"
Sara played her strongest card. Kairo's eyes narrowed; he feared this because his son was a total mama's boy. Zayn looked at Kairo and showed his pinky, reminding him of the promise he had made to his mom.
Kairo whinnied, "What kind of mother tells her child not to talk to his father?"
Sara scoffed, "Father? Who? You? Just because he has your blood doesn't make you his father." She said firmly.
He leaned closer, trapping her, "He exists because of me, darling. Because of my love for you back then. He is my creation, my sweetest hard work, the result of our you… Don't forget that soda glass." Kairo just smirked.
Sara glared at him, clearly pissed. "Don't you dare call that love."
Kairo smiled. "Why not? Isn't he the sweetest proof of our little romance?"
"Don't talk nonsense," she hissed.
"It's not nonsense, baby… It's about our little romance back then, in college, the library, the secret corridor, and that night..." he teased.
She turned her face toward the window, clutching Zayn like a shield. Ignoring him was all she could do.
Kairo laughed. "Ignoring me won't change the truth. Zayn is the product of our love."
He spoke a bit louder, and the driver laughed. Sara shot him a glare through the rearview mirror. Nervously, he straightened, eyes on the road.
Kairo noticed and said, "Don't mind her… my wife's a little angry-bird type."
Sara hissed, "Don't you dare call me that!"
"Of course I should, baby," he murmured, kissing her temple. "Because before we reach home, we're going to get married."
Sara's heart dropped. Her eyes went wide. "What?"
"Yes, Soda glass." His smirk widened, his arm tightening around her. "We'll stop on the way. You and I, getting married. And then, finally, you'll be mine in every way."
Sara's blood ran cold.