I sat back on the chair rubbing my belly as hunger coursed through my body and my stomach grumbling loudly disappointed in my actions of not feeding myself.
"K where is your mother?" I growled bouncing my knees up and down, she had requested this dinner to talk over the contract although I didn't understand what was the purpose of me being here. To add to my distaste of this day, I was a week late with my pregnancy and since I wasn't really sure when was my last period, the doctor concluded that we had calculated my 'estimate' time wrongly.
"She'll be here Foxie, relax," glaring at him, he shook his head. "Maybe I should call her."
"You think?" I snapped, besides, I don't understand what was the point of even having this dinner over a contract that was terminated two months ago! Most important of all, again, why am I here!
"I have arrived, you can stop calling me son," she said in her strong, powerful yet so lady voice.
"You're late mother."
