Chapter 188: Heart Full Of Love

CHAPTER 188

ZYLIAH'S POV

We tried to make ourselves presentable. I used my hand to comb through my hair.

My lower lip was swollen, and there was obviously nothing I could do to hide it.

"Ready to go meet the kids and tell them the good news?" He held out a hand.

I had on a puzzled smile, taking the hand. "What good news?"

"We're going back home, of course," he uttered it like it was some kind of important information I was missing.

"What'll happen to this house? I just bought it." I pouted a bit.

He laughed. "Whatever amount you paid for it, I'll double it. You can sell the house and keep the money," he said decisively.

"You do know you're an arrogant jerk." It was said without heat, and he knew it.

His only response was, "An arrogant jerk that you're wholeheartedly, terribly, fully, hugely, exclusively—in that exact order—in love with." His grin was cocky.

"I changed my mind." I harrumphed, sticking my nose in the air—a show of haughtiness.

One he wasn't buying, because he laughed. I couldn't keep up the phony anger for long; I joined him.

Hands clasped, we walked into the living room to see Kevin engaging the kids, while Waylen was sporting his father's baseball cap.

He was the first to spot us; his eyes traveled to our clasped hands. I noted the sadness before the smile of satisfaction. He rose. "My work is done."

I freed my hand from Sayge and ran over to him, my arms around him. "Thank you, Kevin."

"Ah, it doesn't matter. Your happiness matters most to me, baby girl." I saw the affection still in his gaze.

The tug of pity pulled at my chest. "You will find her one day. I know so."

"I hope she will be like you." As much as he was trying to act unaffected, I knew he was. That trace of sadness lining his words might be tiny, but I certainly detected it.

I shook my head. "She will be nothing like me. But I know she'll be everything you deserve and more." I couldn't believe I was feeling misty and emotional. "Please, will you continue to be my friend?"

"Not even Sayge can shake me off of you," he said, half jokingly, half seriously.

On tiptoe, I raised my head to give him a friendly kiss on the mouth. "You're the best."

"You give me too much credit." He hugged me tight and then let me go. He turned to Sayge. "If I find that even a strand of her hair is broken, you'll have me to contend with, Sayge." And he wasn't joking.

Sayge nodded, respect glowing in his eyes for Kevin. "I'll even contend with myself if that ever happens."

With a satisfied smile, Kevin stepped forward. "Treasure her, Sayge. She's a gem amongst stones."

Sayge took the handshake. "You bet I will. Thank you, Kevin. You're a nice guy."

"I can be bad too." It was a warning, and Sayge knew it.

"Noted."

"Come on, you guys, you used to be friends; hug each other," I urged, pushing them closer.

"Men don't need friends." Kevin had a brow quirked.

"Exactly. Only babies and women do," Sayge supported.

"But Fynn is your friend," I argued with Kevin.

As for Sayge, I'd never seen him hang out with anyone he called a friend.

"More or less, leaning towards the less. The guy's an idiot."

The way Kevin had uttered that statement had me chuckling.

"Right? Fynn Delson is so annoying," Sayge agreed.

I watched them talk briefly about Fynn and the many things they found annoying and disgusting about the guy; I shook my head in amusement.

They could deny it all they wanted, but these men who used to be play buddies when they were babies still had that connection and would certainly make the best buddies as adults.

Soon, Kevin left, saying he had other appointments to catch up with. He hugged me one last time, kissed my forehead, and left.

The kids bade him bye; he waved getting into his car as Sayge gave him a thumbs up.

"So guys, here's the good news." Sayge focused on the kids as soon as Kevin drove out of the compound. The kids excitedly rallied round him, eager to know the good news. "We are all moving back home as a family."

Their shrieks of joy startled me. I watched wide-eyed as they hugged Sayge, wondering if all the happiness they had displayed for the past week was all a farce, as they were acting as though they'd just been released from prison and declared free.

"Did you guys ever like this house?" I asked when they seemed to have calmed some.

"Yes." All three of them bobbed their heads, with Waylen's funnier because of the oversized cap on his head.

"I doubt that. You guys are so happy to leave this house."

"We like the house, Zyliah," Alexa spoke. "And we had fun. But we like Daddy's house better. There's Great Grandma Charlotte and Grandpa Oslaz. And the swimming pool."

"But we have a swimming pool at the back."

"It's not as big as the one in Daddy's house. We miss the nannies too. They are nice and make all kinds of snacks for us." Alexa insisted.

I had to give in.

We couldn't pack our things immediately, so we all just filed into one of my two cars with Sayge behind the wheel.

He had told me he left his car at Kevin's place.

Because the kids wanted us to, we made a stop at an ice cream parlor. They had their fun with a bowl each. Sayge and I as well.

We made another stop at a store and let the kids buy whatever they wanted—books, new clothes, and the rest.

On our way home, with the kids playing and being noisy in the back and Sayge behind the wheel, I decided to entertain myself with my phone.

Scrolling through my social media page, I stumbled upon the latest news.

Update On Sayge Williams' Missing Documents: Zyliah Davis Is Innocent And Was Framed Wrongly, And Misjudged By Sayge Williams. The Real Culprit Is Martino Delson, Who Has Been Arrested And Jailed!

"Oh my God. See this." I showed him the screen of my phone.

"Read it out for me, baby. You know I'm driving."

I read aloud the caption and other details exonerating me from the crime, with a public apology tendered by Sayge. It was a short video recording of him behind the wheel of his car, and he was wearing the same clothes as now.

He was giving a statement on how wrong he was to have blamed and accused me, saying even though he was misled, it was no excuse to blame the mother of his kids and the woman he loved.

"When did you do this?" I had to ask, feeling emotional.

"On my way to Kevin's place. I'm sorry I didn't do it sooner." He apologized sincerely.

I beamed, feeling vindicated. "Doesn't matter. Now the world knows the truth. And you told them you love me?"

"I told them the truth."

For the second time that day, I couldn't help the love swelling in my heart for him.