Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 427

Chapter 427: A Lunch Date?

Gabriel lifted Noah high into the air, rubbing his nose playfully against the baby’s tiny one. Noah burst into a giggle, his little limbs wriggling with pure joy before Gabriel brought him back into his arms.

"Call me Daddy, Papa!" Gabriel said softly, brushing a fingertip along Noah’s round cheek.

"Da! Da!"

Those two simple sounds made Gabriel’s heart melt. His smile widened with pride. Noah’s tiny voice was the sweetest sound in the world for him.

Amelie walked back into the bedroom, dressed in an off-cream gown with her damp hair wrapped neatly in a towel.

"Look, Mommy’s here," Gabriel said with a grin, turning Noah so he could see her.

Amelie’s eyes softened at the sight. "Gabriel, remember, starting today, Noah’s baby massages begin," she reminded him gently.

"Of course, I remember," Gabriel replied, chuckling. "Senior Delilah has been doing this for years. I’m sure Noah will love it. A good massage will make him even stronger."

He reached over to the bedside table, searching for the milk bottle. "Looks like it’s feeding time," he murmured before offering it to Noah.

Amelie sat beside him, watching the scene with a faint smile from the vanity chair. "Gabriel, you mentioned you had some work today. What about those hunters? Why not help Brother Casaio with the investigation?" she asked thoughtfully.

Gabriel shook his head slightly, eyes still on Noah. "He’s determined to handle the interrogations himself," he said. "Besides, I’d rather stay here. Noah needs me more right now."

"Noah has his mommy too," Amelie reminded him softly, her lips curving into a teasing smile. "Don’t forget your duties, Gabriel."

Gabriel smirked, rocking Noah lightly in his arms. "I have enough people to handle my duties. Perks of being born into the royal family, right, Noah?" he said, lowering his gaze to the baby’s innocent face.

Noah blinked up at him, still busy drinking from the bottle, and Gabriel chuckled.

Amelie shook her head, amused. She took off the damp towel and began drying her hair, the faint scent of lavender filling the room. When her hair was dry, she gathered it into a neat bun and returned to the bed.

Noah lay comfortably in Gabriel’s lap, drinking peacefully. Amelie leaned forward to adjust his tiny clothes and gently smoothed her palm over his round belly.

"His hair’s turning chocolate brown," Gabriel murmured, brushing his fingers through Noah’s soft curls, which were also growing fast. "Just like yours."

Amelie looked up just as Gabriel turned his head toward her, and before she could speak, he leaned in to place a tender kiss on her cheek.

"Gabriel!" she gasped softly, though a warm smile replaced her mock scolding.

She rested her head on his shoulder, her hand finding his arm.

"Did you talk to Carlos?" Gabriel asked.

"Not recently," Amelie replied, glancing toward him.

"I wonder how his grandmother’s doing," Gabriel murmured thoughtfully.

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