The remnants of last night lingered in my mind. Maybe it was all a bad dream? Yes that what it was a horrible gruesome dream, I mean I would still be in debt but at least I won't have to deal with mobsters. Suddenly a violent shake echoed through my body. Forcefully and repeatedly.
It felt like an earthquake disrupting and trembling my peaceful sleep. Seriously I couldn't even have that. My eyes fluttered opened as I saw four-eyes linger over me as he back off folding his hands in front of him.
It wasn't a dream.
I sighed profoundly as I rubbed my eyes as four eyes greeted, " Good Morning, Miss. Kaira."
" Morning?" I questioned checking my phone it's seven. Fucking seven. Most days I would be asleep until nine. Well the last two years before I had two wake up at five o clock sharp.
" Yes, we usually prepare for the day earlier and since Master Colton is leaving for work, he suggested that Master Milo and you be ready for when he leaves." Four eyes informed me.
Great, I really have to do my job now. " Um, when does he leave?" I said groggily pinching the bridge of my nose. If he left in an hour or so that would give me plenty of time. I would go at my own pace. Really get myself use to the whole new mommy thing.
" He leaves in twenty minutes." Thomas replied as I shot up and began walking. Shit twenty minutes. Shit. Couldn't he have waking me up early. It wasn't like they were taken my feelings into consideration. " And he would like to see you two down in the dinning table in ten."
" Of course, he fucking would." I hissed as I passed by him as I heard a little snicker as I kept forward in my path as I walked to Milo's room as he followed. I slowly turned the knob so not to frighten him as he was sound asleep.
Approaching his bed he was snorting slightly. Damn, this little kid was so cute. I wondered if Colton did that too? Wait a minute, no time to think of such useless things. Move it. I carefully reached out as I placed a hand on his tiny shoulder. " Milo, baby." I began as he groaned. " Milo,come on. You have to get up. Papa is waiting for us downstairs." I said in a motherly way.
He opened one of his eyes to assure it was me, " Mommy?"
" Hey, baby. I'm here. Now we have to get you cleaned up before Papa leaves." I suggest as he quickly wrapped his arms around my shoulder as I picked him up walking into the connected bathroom.
Turning the light on with my tactiful skills, I place him on the counter. He narrowed his eyes as he jerkly rubbed his face, " Mommy, it's too bright." He pleaded.
" I know, baby. I'm sorry, but we have to get going. I promise we'll do everything you want to do today, okay?" I advised since it was my duty to be with him from now on.
" You promise?" He pouted.
I smiled as I slightly kissed his forehead, " Of course, now come on or Papa will have my head!" I giggled as he glowed with happiness as he quickly climbed on and climbed up the mini step stool as I grabbed his tooth brush and put an adequate amount of toothpaste. I passed it to him as he quickly brush his teeth. " Hey don't forget to brush your tongue, too." I instructed as he sticked out his tongue going over with it with the brush.
" Like this, mommy?" He muffled through the action.
I threw my thumb up, " Perfect, now make sure you spit it all out and rinse your mouth." He leaned over as he did as instructed.
I headed over to the shower as I turned on the faucet to a mild temperature one not too cold, nor too hot to burn his baby skin eventually finding it. I turned around to Milo as I said, " Now, you have to take a quick shower."
Thomas cleared his throat, " I'm Miss. Kaira, I think I should handle it from here."
I squinted at him as if he thought it was weird. " Thomas, it's perfectly fine. I am his mother." I explained to him.
" Yeah, but I think I should really-." I cut him off.
" No chance." I replied turning back to Milo who stood with pink cheeks.
" But mommy, I'm a boy. And you're a girl. " He rejected.
I understood the situation perfectly. I was still a stranger. But he was a child, I was never ever going to look at him like some perverts do. " That's good that you know that. We do have different bodies. But I am your mom. And only mommy, daddy, and people like Uncle Thomas can touch you to take a shower. However as you get older you will do this by yourself. Without, mommy's help. So you will be a big boy then, by for now you need my help okay?"
He nodded as I carefully removed his pajamas as he stood butt naked as I directed him into the shower. " Is the water okay?" I asked making sure he was comfortable.
" Yes, mommy." He replied as I grabbed his baby shampoo and place a generous amount in my hand and onto his little head. My fingers gently messaged his scalp.
I simply followed as I took his loofah and some soap as I scrubbed his body softly. Although it should be odd for me to clean a stranger's baby, I was used to it. As I got older I took care of kids and help from changing diapers to teaching them how to go potty. Back then it was a pain in the ass but now I realized it helped me be a good mom.
" Mommy, that tickles." He giggled as I simply followed making sure that ever single place on his upper body was clean spotless. Next was his private parts, even I had to admit this was a bit awkward. I stopped looked at Thomas who just stare at every single one of my movements and back at Milo who waited for me to do something. I squated down as I turned him to me.
" Look Milo, this is your no- no zone." I pointed to his little buddy. " Don't ever let anyone touch you here. This very important. Okay, no one not even mommy or daddy should touch you there unless you feel comfortable too."
Milo slowly nodded attempting to comprehend my reason but one day he would understand. When he would be no longer a boy, but a man.
" Do you want me to wash you or do you want to wash yourself?" I questioned.
" You can wash me, mommy. I feel okay with you." He answer as I nodded explaining to him how to wash himself in the process as well.
Soon the showering part was done, I wrapped him in a towel patting him down as we walked back into the bedroom sitting him back on the bed. Without thought I walked over to the drawers pulling out the cutest outfit possible. There was no way I was letting Colton think I had no sense of fashion. Milo would be dress to the tens. Quickly, I put on his boxers, followed by the cute plain white short sleeve shirt, and leather pants, finished off with the perfect bombard jacket and timberland boots. Finally I ran my fingers through his baby hair parting it to the side. I took at step back next to Thomas. Although I looked like a thousand pieces of shit I didn't care, Milo looked absolutely perfect. I could see it now he would be a lady-killer!
Thomas took off his glass gently wiping them off, "I have to admit he looks so cute Miss. Kaira."
I wriggled my nose, " I know." I agreed as he lifted up his arm looking down at his rolex.
" One minute!" He yelped as I grabbed Milo and we rushed out of the room, bring more careful descending the stairs with a baby, moreover the future leader of the Dragon Clan. Lord, knows I couldn't drop him.
" Where's the kitchen?" I asked internally freaking out.
Leading the way he speedy feet met up with a white closed door turning to me. I paused before entering the room letting Milo down. " Ready?" He asked.
" Ready as I'll ever be." I muttered as he nodded turning around opening the door. The clear opulaent room in white was complimented by the line of men dressed in black. Some of them sitting down and eating while others stood up staring. I could feel the glare of a thousand men on my tiny self.
Lord Jesus, if you help me this once, I'll promise I'll never, I'll never... damn what can I say... what haven't I done? My eyes soon lingered to the man sitting at the head of the table. There he was sipping his coffee while reading the daily newspaper. He looked civilized like a business man or lawyer. Only if he was. " You're right on time. Surprisingly."
I squinted my eyes wanting to punch him in the face, my reminded myself there was a child present, " Yeah, by some miracle." I retorted as he cocked his brow.
Interrupted by our little battle Milo voice echoed as he let go of my hand running to his father. " Papa! Good Morning Papa!"
Colton pulled out his chair accepting his child into his arms, holding him up. " Hey my little man, how are you?" He questioned with eyes so soft, like fluffy clouds. There it was. Again. His double self. A warm man. Did he have split personality? He must have.
" Good, mommy picked out my clothes. Even Uncle Thomas said I look cute." He said happily as all men in the room stood in awe. Colton eyes moved to Milo's outfit examining every bit.
He nodded. " You do look good."Ha. One point. In your face Colton, I'm already getting the hang of this. I felt so proud, it felt like the first time I had a successful business transaction. Although lots bloodier, and much more screaming it was nice to be complimented. " But you on the other hand look like a rag." He just had to add on. This mother....
I didn't want to fight in front of the baby so I swallowed the humiliation as I stood looking at the food at the table. It looked so fluffy and juicy. Homemade food. Prepared by chef. Oh how long haven't I had that. For the last years, I had learn to cook by force and burned the food and myself. But alas I learned.Damn it, I hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday. My tongue began to salivate. Then a holy voice entered my ears.
"Mommy, come and eat to." Milo suggested as he patted the empty space next to him .My soul cried.
Thank you lord for this holy child.
I didn't even bat an eye as I sat down to the chair next to him. Quickly grabbing a piece of toast with butter and a fruit bowl. Chewing down like a beast as I turned to the man piercing a hole in my skull as I turned to him then Milo who copied me and resumed to eat like a lady.
" Milo, slow down." I told him as he slowed down. I offered him a cup of orange juice as he drank properly from it.
" Thank you, Mommy!" He said as everyone chuckled.
I softly smiled as I caressed his big cheeks, " It's okay, baby." I winkled at him.
Putting down the newspaper and standing up taking his coat over his shoulder Colton walked forward, " Bye, Milo. I'll see you after work." He made known as he messed up his perfectly combed hair. I mentally ugh as I put so much effort into but forgive him because he was showing his affection.
" Daddy! Don't forget to give mommy a good bye kiss!" Milo innocently dug my grave. I swallowed the piece of fruit that almost got stuck in my throat. The room became still. Dead ass not a murmur. The men stood looking at one another. Minding their business.
Colton walked into my personal space. Invading more like it as I stared up to him. His ocean eyes simmering with something. Still I could care less if he was fine." No" I whispered to him as he neared my face. I hadn't even had my first kiss, and I did not want this bastard to be my first. At least I wanted it to be someone I liked. Not showing any sign of giving up.
" Remember its for our son." He said huskly.
I held an icy stare, hoping he would be a gentleman for once, " I hate you."
" You can hate you all you want. I'm still going to kiss you." He affirmed closing the gap between us as I involuntarily closed my eyes and his soft plump lips met mines. So velvety soft, opposite to his tough exterior. He tasted like coffee. Lightly caramelized and bitter, i don't know how long it lingered for but a moment later we parted. I fluttered my eyes opened seeing his blue ones already on me as I felt my cheeks heat up. I couldn't tell if he even liked it, but all he did was give me a devilish smirk.
Milo clapped," Yay!"
He back away, " Thomas, get the car." Colton ordered as he turned his back and walked away, some of the men following while others stayed.
I turned back to my food. Damn it. My appetite is gone. I brought my hands to my lips, the lingering presences of him still there. Somehow. Someway.
Was it going to be like this every morning?
Could I live like this?
I guess I would have to figure it out.