Chapter 116 116: My Lover
Two weeks later, Baby and Saint are sitting in the school cafeteria with their friends when Candy walked over to their table.
"Here comes your booty call, Danvers," Wong said, subtly pointing toward Candy.
Baby sighed, glancing at Saint beside him.
Saint gave nothing away, but Baby didn't miss the way his shoulders tensed as he ate.
The last two weeks have been bliss between them.
Not a single moment of disagreement, and they'd fallen in love with each other more than they bargained for.
Now, Candy was coming to stir some stupid trouble.
Cam noticed the non-verbal exchange between the lovers and inhaled deeply.
"Want me to shoo her away?" Cam asked, chewing his food nonchalantly.
Baby shook his head. "It's alright, I can handle her just fine—"
"Mm, handle her you say... where? In the bathroom? Kitchen? Gym—"
"Shut it, Wong. Baby is a changed man. And you should change, too," Rode nudged Wong's side, shaking his head at him.
"Hey, handsome!" Candy giggled as she reached the table, sliding past Ricky to sit directly on Baby's lap.
"I miss you, babe. You never call or reply to my texts," she kissed his cheeks, hooking an arm around his neck.
"Candy, can we talk?" Baby asked gently, his hand gently resting on Saint's thigh under the table.
"Talk? Yes, I'm listening," she beamed, staring at his face.
Baby sighed.
Fine.
If she didn't want to talk privately, he was fine with telling her right there.
"I'm seeing someone," Baby said, his fingers gently grazing the inside of Saint's thigh.
Candy laughed, resting her head on Baby's shoulder. "Of course, silly, you can see someone. I'm seeing someone, too." She giggled.
"I'm seeing Cam, Wong, Ricky, and Rode—"
"Enough, Candy," Baby said, pushing her head off his shoulder. "You know what I mean. In case you don't, I'm saying I'm in love with someone, in a relationship." He sighed, glancing at Saint, who was still quiet.
"Really?" Candy said, slowly standing from Baby's lap. "You're fucking someone else?" she asked slowly, her face contorting in an ugly grimace.
"Trust me, I'm as shocked as you are... if that helps," Wong shrugged and continued eating.
"We all are," Rode said, something flashing through his eyes before he lowered his face.
"Yes, Candy. I'm fucking someone, and it's not you, and it's never going to be you again. So, I beg you to stay away... I wouldn't want my lover to get the wrong idea." He smiled, subtly leaning toward Saint.
"But—"
"Did you not hear him, Candy? I'd leave with my dignity intact if I were you," Saint spoke without lifting his head.
"Agreed," Cam supported, imitating the jealous boyfriend.
"I second that," Wong muttered.
"I... third that?" Ricky added slowly.
"Ugh!" Candy groaned, kicking Ricky's leg out of the way as she made her way away from the table.
"You'll regret this, Danvers. Mark my words. She'll break up with you in the end!" she glared at Baby and stomped away.
"No, he won't," Baby muttered under his breath.
"Aww, we'll miss Candy. She was dramatic," Wong sighed.
"Excuse me, guys... need to make room in here," Baby said as he stood, patting his stomach.
He left, knowing his target would follow.
He made his way to the restroom and walked into the farthest stall from the entrance.
"One, two, three—" the door opened and Saint slid in like a storm, locking the door behind him as he locked his heated eyes on Baby's.
"That's my baby," Baby murmured and roughly yanked Saint closer by his collar, slamming his lips against Saint's.
Saint didn’t hesitate.
The moment their lips met, he pushed Baby back against the door with a quiet thud, one hand bracing beside his head while the other slid to his waist, gripping like he needed to feel something real.
Something his.
The kiss deepened fast—messy, hungry, the few minutes of restraint snapping in seconds.
“Mine,” Saint muttered against his lips, breath uneven, voice low and rough like he was barely holding himself together.
Baby let out a soft, shaky laugh, his fingers tightening in Saint’s shirt. “You were quiet out there… too quiet.”
Saint pulled back just enough to look at him, eyes dark, jaw tight. “You had her sitting on you.”
“And?” Baby raised a brow, a teasing glint in his eyes despite the heat building between them.
“And I didn’t like it,” Saint shot back immediately, his grip tightening. “Not one bit.”
Baby smiled—slow, satisfied, a little dangerous. “Good. You’re not supposed to.”
That snapped something.
Saint kissed him again, harder this time, like he was trying to erase every trace of Candy from existence. His hand slid up under Baby’s shirt, fingers splaying against warm skin, grounding himself.
“You think this is funny?” Saint murmured against his mouth.
“I think you’re jealous,” Baby whispered back, tilting his head to give him better access, his pulse racing. “And I think it looks good on you.”
Saint exhaled sharply, dropping his forehead against Baby’s. For a second, the fire dimmed—just a second—and something softer slipped through.
“You said ‘lover,’” he said quietly.
Baby stilled.
Saint’s thumb brushed along his waist, slower now, almost careful. “In front of everyone… you said it like it was nothing.”
“It’s not nothing,” Baby replied, just as soft. “It’s everything.”
Silence settled between them, thick but not heavy—just… full.
Saint searched his face like he was trying to memorize it, like he still couldn’t believe this was real.
“Say it again,” he murmured.
Baby huffed a small laugh. “You’re clingy.”
“Say it,” Saint insisted, nudging his nose against his.
Baby’s hands slid up, curling around the back of his neck, pulling him closer until their breaths mixed.
“My lover,” he whispered, eyes locked on his.
Saint’s eyes fluttered for a second, like that hit deeper than anything else.
“Damn,” he breathed, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “You’re trying to kill me.”
“Not yet,” Baby shot back softly.
Saint chuckled under his breath, but it faded quickly as his expression shifted—serious again, grounded.
“I meant what I said,” he added, voice lower now. “About Kora. About my parents. I’m fixing it.”
Baby held his gaze, searching, weighing.
Then he nodded.
“I know.”
Saint blinked, a little thrown. “You… trust me that easily?”
Baby shrugged lightly, but his eyes didn’t waver. “Not easily. Just… completely.”
That landed.
Saint didn’t joke this time. Didn’t deflect.
He just pulled Baby into him, slower now, arms wrapping around his back, holding him close like something fragile, something worth protecting.
“Stay with me,” Saint murmured into his hair.
Baby smiled against his shoulder. “I’m not the one running.”
Saint huffed a quiet laugh. “Fair.”
A knock suddenly echoed against the stall door.
“Yo, lovers,” Cam's voice came through, way too amused. “If you’re done committing crimes in there, some of us actually need to pee.”
Baby snorted, pulling back while Saint groaned, dropping his head against Baby’s shoulder.
“We’ve been gone for like two minutes,” Baby whispered.
“Exactly,” Saint muttered. “Too long.”
Another knock.
“Clock’s ticking!” Cam added.
Baby rolled his eyes, but the smile wouldn’t leave his face. He cupped Saint’s cheek, pressing one last, softer kiss to his lips.
“Later,” he murmured.
Saint caught his wrist before he could move away, brushing his thumb over it, reluctant.
“Later,” he echoed.
Then, with one final look—heated, promising, unfinished—they pulled apart, stepping back into the world like nothing had happened.
Like everything hadn’t just changed.