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"So the basis of the arrangement is I will pay for your last three years of medical school, pay you a generous monthly stipend and help you get into UW's internal residency program in exchange for-"
"-Sex" I cut him off frankly.
"Sex?" H...
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Lennox POV
"I'm gonna kill Miles." I huffed walking to Beckham and I's bedroom. I had just finished getting Micah settled in one of the guestrooms and to say I'm pissed would be a severe understatement.
"Baby, slow down..." Beckham was sitting on the bed with Knox in between his legs. The hyperactive infant was currently entertaining himself by rolling around back and forth on the comfort, blocked by Beck's legs from rolling completely off.
"Is that normal?" I questioned temporarily distracted by the strange behavior our baby was exhibiting. I think it's normal, Knox has always been pretty hyper. Just as a general personality trait. And rolling is an infant milestone according to Knox's pediatrician, so I'm pretty sure this is fine.
"He's fine." Beck shrugged, "What happened with Micah?"
I chewed on my bottom lip nervously unsure if I share with Beckham what Micah told me. There was a reason he waited until it was just the two of us to share with me. I would hate to betray his confidence. But at the same time, it could be helpful to talk this out with someone before I eviscerate his father. I double-checked our bedroom door, ensuring it was completely shut before walking over to the bed sitting next to Beck.
"If I tell you this... You can't repeat it. Ever. I don't want Micah to feel like he can't tell me things or that I betrayed him." I mumbled nervously. "I'm just so mad! I can't believe Miles would do that to my sweet baby boy."
"Len, you're starting to scare me. What happened?"
I fidgeted with my fingers nervously, "He hit him."
"What the fuck?!" Beckham sat completely straight up in the bed. I didn't even bother to correct him about his language because honestly that was the exact same reaction I had when I was told. "Why? Naw it doesn't even matter why, fuck that."
I let out a small sigh of relief that Beckham shared my deeply intense anger. It never once crossed my mind prior to tonight that he would raise a hand to our children, and seeing his reaction. I'm affirmed in the belief that he never will. I'm honestly so lucky that he's their father because I don't even want to think about the shit show Lina must be dealing with right now. Micah said she told her he was going to stay with me, and she agreed it was best that he be out of the house and somewhere safe until she knew exactly what to do. I think the next course of action should be beating Miles' ass, obviously.
I faltered unsure if I should share with Beckham the rest of the story because it honestly gets so much worse. My eyes welled up with tears as I reflected on how I spent the last hour consoling my sobbing nephew because he didn't understand why his father would treat him that way. Honestly, I don't either. My brain cannot fathom doing that to one of my kids. I couldn't stop the tears that slipped out of my eyes.
