The small baby cooed, opening his dark saucers in to the sun rays. Beckett rolled over, cupping his son’s body closer to his.
At every wince, every noise, he was responsive. Up until four the previous night, calming the furious cries, and now at seven, eyeing the child stretch out, Beckett took his responsibilities seriously.
The drug lord rolled out of bed, still shirtless from the spit up attack from the previous night. Before he could grab a few towels for a bath with baby, a ping from his phone caught his attention. A text from Honor that read:
Geo is sleeping with Matt.
Beckett smirked. His fingers began to type:
Stop trying to fucking divert.
A few seconds passed as the texting bubbles highlighted.
Matt just got our reports for Asia from the Chance of Norway...he GAVE them to Geovany. Someone is fucking up with someone…
Beckett eyed his son kicking his feet in the air.
I will deal with this with Uncle.Get your fucking brother on a plane to Germany ASAP
Clicking off his phone, Beckett snatched a few towels from the closet. It was going to be a long day.