Sinful novel Chapter 59

I needed air, I couldn't breathe in there. It felt like someone closed all my respiratory organs, I couldn't breathe.

I handed Diego over to Aliyah and walked out of the studio, gaining a little attention. Fuck!

"Sewa!" The sound of Antonio's voice from behind me, stopped me, thankfully we were already outside and away from the eyes and ears of people.

"Look, all I ask is that you listen to me," he pleaded. I heard his footsteps coming close to me, I couldn't move, I didn't let my body move.

When I was sure he was directly behind me, I turned to him.

"I love you, and that's all that matters to me, and I'm sorry for all the lies, for everything," he apologized.

Looking at him closely, I could tell he had lost weight, he looked beaten up, and the eye bags under his eyes didn't help one bit.

He touched the sides of my face lightly, caressing my cheeks.

"I want you and everything that comes with you. Diego? I want him and I want you to know that I'm not just saying that to get you back, I really mean it, I want the child," he said. His words released the waterfall in my eyes.

"I'm sorry," I cried and he pulled me in for a hug.

"I'm sorry for being so Selfish. I love you, I love you so much it hurts," I cried into his chest.

"Daddy?" We heard a new voice from beside us.

I smiled at Diego, ruffling his hair.

"Yes," Antonio smiled and picked him up in his arms.

"You should spend the night with him," I told Antonio. He gave me a disapproving look.

"Come with us?" He asked and I shook my head.

"You missed seven years of his life, you should be focused on getting to know him," I told him.

"I know, but I want you to come with us. I've missed you. Two weeks without you has been hell, and I don't want to spend any more time without you by my side" Antonio said.

"Diego, do you like her?" Antonio asked the little boy and he nodded excitedly.

"Then tell her to come with us," Antonio smiled.

"Come with us" Diego said shyly.

"You play dirty sir," I scolded Antonio.

"Okay fine," I smiled.

Things weren't particularly okay between Antonio and I. We still had a lot to talk about and go over, like what his fear for kids was and how he got over it, but for that moment, I didn't want to think about anything or anyone, just a smiling Antonio and his son in his arms.

It really did take me leaving him for him to get back to his senses. I liked that. Antonio was trying, He was changing, though the process was slow, he was making huge progress.

"Excuse me," a deep voice sounded from behind us, it was oddly familiar, too familiar, I knew that voice all too well.

"Noah?" I called out.

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