Ch. 2.1 Zyair the omega

Pata...Pata...Pata...

A small child wearing a pyjama bottoms, happily barreling to the door. On his back, a flustered nanny holding a little pyjama top is trying to catch him to dress.

"Don't wanna. Nana, wearing clothes is itchy. Nana! itchy! itchy!" Zyair complained, pouting his lips looking at his nanny trying to put his pyjama top.

"You will get cold if you don't wear your clothes. Be good okay!" the nanny reason out, trying not to look at the child knowing well that upon seeing his face she again will comply with his request. this child is way too cute and he knows how to use it when needed arise, like this instance.

"But Nana, I'm a big boy now. A big boy won't get cold." Zyair said, sulking in the corner. he is now wearing his top much to his distaste.

"A big boy won't sulk and pout," a teasing voice said, making the child sitting in the corner of the room jolt, looking at the direction of the voice.

"Dada, your home!" squealing in delight, wearing a wide grin Zyair sprinted towards the outstretched hand.

Holding his energetic son on his embrace, Brandon asked: "Are you a good boy while I'm gone?"

"Yes, Dada. Nana and I go to this kind of place where there are many animals and people's. We have so much fun together, I've seen zebras, Lions, tigers, elephants and many. many more."

Hearing his son's excited voice, telling all of his small adventures towards the zoo, he smiles. This small being in his arm is the reason for his existence, without him, he might have gone crazy and simply take his own life just to be with his deceased wife.

Handing his bag and briefcase to the butler, he walks to the dining room, holding still the chattering child in his arm.

"Dada, what is a stepmom?" Zyair asked curiously, peering at his father's face.

"A stepmom is someone who will become a second Momma for a child if his first Momma is not around." Brandon patiently explained, looking at the inquisitive face of his son.

Zyair nodded, bowing his small head, contemplating on something. He keeps on producing an "Ah" sound before nodding again drawing a funny scene making his father chuckled.

"What are you thinking? Mischief again?" poking at the child's chubby and pinkish cheeks.

"Dada, I want a stepmom!" he bursts out, "My classmate said that his stepmom is the one who takes care of him. I want to be taken care of also, I want someone to cook me delicious food, tuck me to sleep and would give me a baby sister. I will even obediently wear my clothes on if I have one. Dada, can I have one?" eyes shining brightly, his cheeks getting ruddier due to his enthusiasm, planning how to play and care for his younger sister not even realizing how the dining room become so silent after hearing his statement.

Brandon Marshall, an alpha, A successful businessman, look so thunderstruck looking at his son wearing a dreamy look uttering how he would take care of his sister if he will have one. Even bouncing on his lap due to his excitement.

"Dada, I will have one right?" he again innocently said.

"Zyair, it's not.." his voice trailed off when he sees his son's excited and dreamy face shift to total disappointment, his eyes become slightly red, his mouth quivering, an indication of a cry.

"Zyair, I've made your favourite cookie, Do you want some?" his chef comes to his rescue, holding a plate full of cookies and milk, enticing the small child on his lap.

"But.. but. Dada doesn't want me to have a stepmom. I want a stepmom."

"And you will have a stepmom, just be a good boy and eat your cookies, Your stepmom will one day knock on the door and when that time comes, you have to be very good to her or him okay?" the chef says looking at the child looking back at him in a trustful manner.

"En! I will be very very good." he nodded, eating just two of his cookies before drinking his milk.

"Are you done?" Brandon asked, glancing at his now happy son. this one usually eats every cookie on his sight so he is slightly baffled when he only eats two.

"My classmate's stepmom only let him eat two cookies before bedtime. From now on, I will only eat two cookies at night." he even holds his two fingers up.

Brandon chuckled when he sees his son stealing a glance at his cookies, two hands clenching at his chair, shaking his head. This small one probably is talking to himself, trying to not be enticed from his favourite food. This small one must be really serious when he says that he wants a stepmom, even sacrificing his cookies which he really likes so much.

"Zyair, eat your cookies when your stepmom arrives, I will say that you only eat two," he whispers to his ears like he is telling a secret, their little secret.

"You will?"

"Of course I will!" 'I will bring you a stepmother who will spoil you rotten just like me' he promises to himself, messing his son's hair who is too busy eating his cookie to care.

His son really needs a mother, but he can't really make himself look for another one. If only taking a woman home and marrying her is so easy like his son portrays it would be, without feelings attached, just her taking care of his son, but he is not that cruel to tie a poor woman in matrimony without investing his feeling. That would be too unfair.

The stepmom comes unexpectedly, knocking on the door like the chef said, asking them if they want to adopt a puppy that she found abandoned in the side of the house.

Five months passed, the marshal residence welcomes two of their new occupant, a puppy and a Gemma- Madam.