Chapter 69

• "Maxxie, do you think phone locations malfunction?" Preston asked entering the dining room. He was busy frowning down at his phone that he tripped on a chair, hurting his pinky toe "Fuck, that hurts" he cursed, hopping to sit down opposite Max at the dining table.
• "I don't know. Why?" Max asked sipping his coffee. There was toast, eggs, bacon, sausages, and fruits making him wonder why Mel would bother preparing so much when he'd told her he only wanted coffee for breakfast. He wished she would stop because she was only tiring herself for no reason. Actually, he'd ask her to go on leave if he didn't think she would be offended. Since his mother had decided to move to England, Mel had taken over the house.
• She saw to everything, short of dressing and dressing him. Max wanted to stop her but he figured she also needed something to do. She had taken Emilia and Zander in like her own child and grandchild. He could imagine what she was thinking. Seeing as she was the one who'd prevented Emilia from having a miscarriage all those years ago. She had to be feeling bad she couldn't save Zander this time. Hell, sometimes he felt bad for not having known he'd existed. Right now, he could be remembering the first ten years of his son's life instead of just a few months. Christ, life could be so unfair sometimes.