Mommy Dearest

" Not a bad idea, Kaira." Colton complimented as he came back in standing right in front of me. I looked up at him towering over my small self. " Might just work." He approved of the idea as my shoulder felt a thousand pounds lift off them. Yes, I was one step closer to protect Milo and Colton. Even if he didn't know it, he was receiving assistance and protection from the Lion Clan.And now I would have to be his baby momma.

He arched a brow expecting me something from me. What you want a cookie? I wanted to ask but I just stared back at him

" Now get out." He kicked me to the curb.

What? No thank you. Ungrateful mother... Well he's not the only hot stuff, " Yeah, yeah. It's not like I want to be scarred seeing you naked." I retorted walking myself out before he could respond.Ha, thinking he all that I seen... well... good looking men, you know. Like um... like the one time um.... you know that celebrity who stared in the famous movie.... yeah.. I got nothing.. Yes.. Colton could be handsome but looks were not everything especially not when you're a dick.

Anyways it wasn't like I liked the guy. He was my boss/ fake baby daddy after all. Besides, he was not apart of my duty, Milo was so let's go what I came here for. I trailed my way back to the living room as I walked in to see Robertson with his mouth wide open as Milo attempted to free his grip as he turned his little face to see me as his eyes widened.

" Mommy!" He beamed with a proud smile as I followed walking forward to free him from his grasp as he held his tiny arms to be in mine.

" Hi, baby. Did you sleep well?" I asked slightly cringing for saying that after the events that had just occurred but all's well stays well. I hope.

He nodded, " Very good. I had a dream." He informed.

A dream. Huh, how it is to have one of those. It's been a while... forever... but I'm glad he didn't notice anything of what happened. " Really, what did you dream of?" I inquired as I swayed him side to side.

He nestled his head in between my chest shaking his head as he giggled. Was it a funny dream? A silly one, perhaps. His odd behavior even woke Robertson as he jumped from his seat looking all around to see who the laughter belonged to.

" Did baby boss just laugh? I never heard him laugh. I need to catch this on camera!" He beamed as he pulled out his phone with the flashlight clicking everywhere.

I rolled my eyes as I refocused my attention on Milo as he had stopped and looking up at me beneath those thick curled lashes. Damn he was more beautiful than me. That's messed up, but behind those thick curled lashes his ocean eyes gleamed with something similar to mischief. He shook his head again, " I'm sorry mommy, but I want daddy to hear too." He said with such softness, I almost melted in the ground.

I looked away almost tearing up as I blinked profusely to get rid of the coming tears.

" Hey, are you crying?" Robertson called me out.

" What no! I had something in my eyes." I denied as I turned my head back.

" Yeah, right. Some dust." He added.

" Yep, the dust that is standing in front of me is contagious." I indirectly threw one at him as he furrowed his brows.

" Hey!-"

" Anyways! Milo we have to get you ready for breakfast." I changed the subject as Milo giggled as we walked up, brushed his teeth, gave him a shower, and dressed him handsomely as we made our way to the dining table as both of a stomach grumbled.

Walking to the dining room where surprisingly Colton, Thomas, and all the guards - some of the guards. Some were probably prepping Cassian for his new duty. Milo walked to his father as Colton grabbed him in his arms tightly seeming if he was in one piece and never wanting to let him go. I understood why although Cassian was after him, it could have been Milo. I walked to my seat next to him as Robertson sat adjacent to the boss.

" Morning, buddy." He spoke.

" Oh daddy! I had a dream." Milo mentioned the dream he was all bubbly about.

Colton outer lips turn up as he put his newspaper down, and leaned in giving his little boy all the attention in the world.

Damn he was actually quiet cute when he did that. You know acting like a father was more attractive than when he was acting himself. Wait a minute, I need to get out more.

" Really? And what was it about?" He repeated the same question that I had been dying to know.

Milo smiled once more as he exclaimed, " You and mommy get married!" My heart dropped as my physical body repulse this notion as I spit my orange juice onto the table. Covering it up as I said Colton death glare as I falsely coughed. Milo swaying to my side patting my back, " Mommy, are you okay?"

" Yes, honey. Don't worry about me... just tell your father about it." I lied as he turned back to Colton..

" Well what else did you dream of?" He continued with wrinkles across his head.

" You and mommy getting married. And she had a big belly! I think a baby sister." He proclaimed as I wanted to bash my head into this table. This kid, will be the death of me.Marriage. Pregnant. Baby. I was none of those. And he wanted all three. Damn, I was going to die.

Colton folded his hands in front of him, eyes lingering somewhere not on Milo. " A baby?" He reiterate.

"Yes for godsake! Didn't you hear it the first time?" I wanted to yell but I covered my mouth with my hand.

Milo nodded as he looked at Colton, " Will you have another baby? I can play around with my brother or sister?" He said with tenderness. Tears wanted to fall out my eyes for another reason. I held my breath waiting to see what he would say as I focused on him, but then his gaze met his.

A twisted smirked developed on his lips, " I don't know, that depends on mommy." He responded as I felt a bullet pierce my head.

Depends on mommy

Depends on mommy

Depends on mommy

WHAT! EXCUSE ME! DEPENDS ON WHO!! THIS IS NOT APART OF CONTRACT! I WAS JUST TO BE A BABY MOMMY NOT AN ACTUALLY BIOLOGICAL MOTHER!

My lips trembled as Milo turned his attention to me. His eyes widened filled with hope. Damn it kid don't look at me like that. I can't promise something I can't give. "Mommy, can you give me a baby sister?" He requested as if it were that easy to have one.

I blinked. How do I answer this question without one compromising myself to do anything and two not making Milo sad, " Milo, um... Mommy is very busy with you. So is daddy, we don't have time to." I gave some reason for me not to have a child with his father.

" But can you just do, what you did to have me?" Milo spoke innocently not knowing what he was referring to as Robertson snorted as some of the men did too.

" Yeah, can you just do what we did before?" Colton purposely said again as I glared at him with every inch of hatred in my soul. I wanted to flip him off. Why was he playing this game? Just to make it look real for Milo. Did he have sense of common decency? Why was he pretending to like me when he didn't?

I sighed trying to find my way out, " Mommy, just very tired Milo. I don't know if I can." I acted all exhausted as my panda eyes helped.

Milo slumped in his chair as he pouted his lips. No I made him sad. No, I didn't want that.

" Don't worry, I'll convince Mommy." Colton said confidently as he winked looking at me after with an arched eyebrow. The fuck. Convince who? Who is mommy? Not me. Nuh-nuh. No sir. He can't be serious this must be a joke. He stood up slipping his jacket on adjusting his collar and sleeves as he gave Milo a kiss on his head, " I'll see you, later."

" Don't forget, Mommy!" Milo reminded him of his duty while he said my death sentence.

Walking once more into my space bubble he lowered his head as I perked mine up." Do I have a say in this?"

" No. No. You don't."

" Jackass." I hissed as he pressed his lips onto mine. Damn those sweet lips. For spitting fire, they felt silky smooth. Fuck me, why did they feel so good? Why, him? No, it was just a physical chemical reaction. Nothing more. He parted as his blue cold eyes met mine pausing for a second looking for some thing, then walking away. I placed my hands over my lips again.

Stopping at the entrance of the doors, " By the way. Go shopping today."

" Doesn't Milo have enough clothes?" I questioned rubbing my forehead.

I heard a slight chuckle, " Not for Milo. For you." He paused as I whipped my head just to see his head peering over his shoulder. For me? For Moi? Wait, was he actually being nice. " You need to look approachable and respenable as a member of my clan. You can go around looking like the grunge." He just need to added the insult

He walked off as I snorted. What could I expect, a good soft man? No, he was a mafia boss. But look on the bright side.

I GET TO GO SHOPPING!!!!!!!!!