Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 622

Chapter 622: Noah pulled my hair

Gabriel was in the depths of a heavy, dreamless sleep when he felt a soft pressure against his cheek. The sensation of tiny, wandering hands and the melodic babbling were sounds he knew by heart, even in his half-conscious state.

"Noah, let me sleep. I am tired, boy," Gabriel groaned into his pillow. He turned his head away, shifting onto his stomach to bury his face further into the mattress, hoping for just ten more minutes of peace.

"Da!"

Noah wasn’t having it. The toddler chirped with pure, morning energy, determined to get his father’s attention. Seeing that poking wasn’t working, his tiny fingers tangled into Gabriel’s hair and gave a sharp, surprisingly strong tug.

"Ahhh!" Gabriel yelped, the sudden sting jolting him awake.

Noah’s response was a peal of delighted laughter. Gabriel sat up, rubbing the back of his head with a wince as he looked down at the little culprit.

"Did you enjoy seeing me hurt, Noah?" Gabriel asked with a sleepy expression.

Sensing he might be in trouble, or perhaps just starting a game, Noah quickly got on his knees, preparing to crawl toward the edge of the bed in a frantic escape. But Gabriel was faster. He reached out and scooped the boy up, trapping him in his large hands.

"Daddy is wide awake now. Answer him," Gabriel said, a tired smile finally breaking through as he lifted Noah high into the air, making the boy squeal with joy.

"Gabriel, good morning. You’re awake!" Amelie said as she walked into the room. Seeing him already playing with Noah brought an immediate, warm smile to her face.

"Noah pulled my hair," Gabriel complained playfully, lifting the squealing toddler into the air once more.

"What?" Amelie laughed, quickly setting the baby bottles into the wide drawer space before hurrying over to the bed.

Noah was a bundle of pure joy, his small legs kicking as he laughed. Amelie reached out and caught him mid-air as Gabriel lowered him, pulling the boy into her arms.

"Why did you pull your father’s hair, hm?" Amelie asked, bopping her nose against Noah’s. "Was he being a sleepyhead?"

Noah just babbled happily, reaching for her face, completely unbothered by the interrogation. Gabriel stretched out his limbs as the soreness from the previous day still lingering, but the sight of them together made the fatigue easier to bear.

"He’s is our little troublemaker," Gabriel joked, though his eyes were soft. "I think he’s officially ready for breakfast. He has too much energy for this early in the morning."

"Say sorry to your Daddy. I left you behind to watch him, not to disturb his sleep," Amelie said, looking Noah in the eye. Though the toddler didn’t fully grasp the vocabulary, he sensed the shift in her tone and knew he was being scolded.

"Don’t scold him. He’s just a baby," Gabriel interjected, reaching out to dismiss the matter.

"But if we don’t guide him now, he’ll grow up thinking this is normal behavior," Amelie emphasized, her expression firm but loving. She turned her attention back to the boy. "Baby, say sorry to your Daddy. Say it. S-O-R-R-Y."

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