Marcel's POV

The cries of our son woke us up.

"Get some rest, I'll go," he whispered to Nyasha as she let out a sigh of thanks as she closed her eyes.

Grabbing a bottle he warmed it up as he gently spoke the little Mario thus stopping him from fussing. Feeding him, changing his diaper he put him in his bed before heading back to bed.

Waking up he felt at peace as he watched her sleep.

"My name is Nyasha Martins. I killed my father after he sold me to my uncle ...