[randy]
“Mommy? Why am I covered with a blanket?” Randorne asked me carefully. His eyes spoke innocence. Like mine. We’re inside the elevator, heading towards Thorne’s office. “Baby,” I cleared my throat. How am I supposed to say this? My eyes fell on Thorne. He stood beside me, looking at the kid.
When he felt I was staring at him, he took over answering Randorne’s question. “We don’t want you to expose for now with the people that work under daddy,” he ruffled the kid’s hair. Randorne blinked his eyes. “Because you’re ashamed of me, right?” his voice saddens.
Thorne and I gasped, quickly shook our heads. “N-No,” we said in unison. I took off the blanket that covered our son. “Listen to me, Randorne. We are proud to have you as our child, right, daddy?” Thorne was stunned. “A-Ah yes,
