Chapter 3
“Hon... Go... C-Call your Aunt Ly...”
"Mommy is here, Dada... She's here!" he insisted and beckoned to me as if he wanted me to come to him.
I don't want to! He's just a kid! Even though he's cute, I don't want to follow him because his daddy is the one in bed. Maybe his Mommy will catch me here and wonder why I'm here.
"Uhm..." I walked towards the door hoping to leave but he suddenly shouted.
"Mommy!"
"I'm not your Mom!" I also shouted back at him so the man woke up completely.
My eyes widened when I saw his stony body. Because he did get up. He looked at me without emotion. My heartbeat suddenly accelerated when our eyes met "Who are you?" he asked, his voice cold as ice.
"It's my Mommy, Dada... Mommy, come here..." I shook my head.
"I-I'm not your Mom..." I said but before I could turn the doorknob, my hair stood on end when someone hugged me from behind.
My eyes widened when he suddenly picked me up. I was so shocked that I couldn't even protest. I only realized one thing. I was lying on the bed and he hugged me tightly and the child was still very happy.
God! What the hell?! Why is he acting so fast?! Is he a vampire?!
"Hey! Let go of me! I am not your wife!” I exclaimed.
"Please, Mommy... My Dada is sick. Don't yell at him, please," this boy told me softly. Oh, my God. Their father and son are ugly!
"But I'm not your Mommy! Jaelly! Jae-ah! What the hell?! Don't squeeze my neck! Jaelly! Help!” I screamed because this man really didn't want to let me go. He hugged me tightly and his leg was around my waist. He was still behind me and then I was facing the girl.
"Mommy! You're so noisy!" he said to me while going back to my cheek.
"Jaelly!"
"Baby, your noise..." I was horrified by the tenderness and coldness of his voice. My neck was very numb.
“J-Jaelly—”
"Ssh... Mommy," he said. He doesn't want me to make noise because his daddy is sick but he's just a pervert! He hugs me, eh!
"I-I'm not your Mommy. Maybe...your real Mommy will be angry!” I complain.
BSA
Chapter 4: Single father
"HUSH now, Mommy. Dada and I are not going to hurt you. We love you, Mom," the girl said softly to me and even managed to caress my cheek. His soft palm was warm.
Do his mother and I look alike just so he can mistake me for his Mommy? I just ignored him because I was trying to remove the man's thigh from my waist. His weight!
"Jaelly!" I shouted my friend's name and at the same time the door to this room opened.
I felt relief when I saw that it was Jaelly and her eyes widened in shock when she saw that I was okay. He looked back and forth at us.
"What in the world..." He still covered his mouth and walked closer to the bed.
"J-Jaelly, please... Help me... I-I've been like this for a while now and I'm having trouble breathing!" I exclaimed and my body just stiffened when I felt a man's palm and it was on my right breast. It felt like my soul was about to escape when he squeezed it hard. My breathing slowed down and that was because I swallowed one after another. "J-Jae—" That's not all he did to me because his face was buried between my shoulder and neck.
I can really feel his hot breath hitting my skin and that part is tickling but the trembling I feel is more dominant.
When I looked at my order, the uniform I was wearing was already tangled. My skirt is turned up so that my legs are visible.
Jaelly burts out laughing and then she just helped me. He also removed the child's daddy's thigh but he still manages to grin.
"You already met the daddy tiger and our little cat," she uttered but I didn't get it. He held out his hand and I accepted it, but when he was about to pull me away, the man moved quickly and hugged me tightly again. It almost made me cry. I was harassed by what he was doing.
"What are you doing, Jaelly? Why are you taking my human pillow?” I heard his baritone voice again but what did he call me? Human pillow? Human pillow?!
"Brother, shame on you! She's my friend and don't make her your human pillow!" Jaelly shouted and that's when I knew it was her older brother. "Well, that's why you're acting like that! Because you are sick!”
"Aunt, don't shout my Dada. He's sick," the boy said softly to Jaelly and when I looked back at him, he was already sitting next to me but he crawled to sit on my lap. His small arms also hugged my waist.
"God... You look beautiful but brother! Blaise will sue you for sexual harassment! Go ahead! Let her go! Let her go, Brother Jaive!” No matter what he did, it didn't even budge. The hug is still tight on me. "You don't want to let him go? Sorry, Blaise. Just wait," he said goodbye and entered a door.
I don't know where he's going, but all I know is that he went to the bathroom. But when he did come out, he was already carrying a basin containing water.
"What are you doing, Jaelly?" I asked him nervously.
“This is the only way to get out of there, Blaise. It promises to be effective.” He was about to throw it at us when I stopped him.
"Let me! I will make the way, Jaelly. Don't sprinkle us with water anymore," I said and looked down at the boy. It just stared at me innocently. When I caressed his cheek, he smiled and hugged him tighter. I took a deep breath.
“Blaise?”
"Put that thing down, Jaelly," I calmly promised. He even hesitated but in the end he still followed what I said.
"What now, Blaise?" she asked me and I glanced at the little girl again.
"Baby..." He automatically looked up at me and pursed his lips.
“Hmm?” he replied softly.
"Your dada is sick. So don't hug him because his fever might transfer to you. Do you want a fever?” I asked her but she shook her head.
"I don't want it," he answered innocently.
"Then, go to your aunt's house. Go ahead," I said and he looked at Jaelly then he nodded.
Jaelly helped him get down and even brushed his hair from his cheek.
"You know what, Blaise. Our cat can get away from people and you can't just order him around."
"What? Cat?”
"Yes. Alright, you'll take care of her tiger daddy, huh? You can do it," he said consolingly as he and his nephew went out. I let out a sigh.
The man, his chin is still resting on my shoulder and I know if I turn to him, my lips will just touch his cheek.
I looked down at his injured arm. is he sleeping Can he sleep just sitting up? I just tried to remove his arms.
"You're such a pervert. I will definitely report you to my older brothers," I weakly promised.
"Brothers?" I was still stunned because he was awake.
"Let me go. You have been hugging me for a while and when your wife sees you you know what will happen. He will be angry with me and he will think that someone is between us. So bit—” I didn't finish what I was going to say when he picked me up and breathed me on the bed.
He was quickly on top of me and the shivers I felt just returned. Our eyes met and it was super cold. I can't read any emotion. But her eyes are beautiful. The darkness is as black as its shade but still has a sparkle.
I seem to be hypnotized by the way he stares. His nose is still pointed and his lips are red. She looks exactly like the girl. It was obviously his son.
"W-What..." I ordered nervously as he caressed my left thigh. That gave me the creeps.
"What's your name, baby?" he asked me with his husky voice. I removed his hand that was already on my thigh.
"Let me go! I will really sue you! I will report you to my brothers!" I threatened him. He is doing too much for me.
"Ah, you'll sue me? Then, I'll stand by what I did," he said casually and my eyes widened when his face fell. I closed my eyes tightly and still tried to push him.
This scene is new to me so there is fear in my heart. I couldn't stop sobbing anymore and he stopped me right there.
"Don't cry, please. Hush now, baby...” he continued to comfort me at the same time as he pulled me to sit and I was trapped in his arms again.
His body was hot because he had a fever, but when I felt him rubbing my back and repeatedly kissing my senses, my system suddenly calmed down.
My fear disappeared, the nervousness in my chest but my abnormal heartbeat was still there. Why do I feel safe in his arms? That I'm secure with him?
My cheek pressed against his chest. I can also hear its faint beat.
The door opened again and the two entered. "Hey. Brother, let go of Blaise. You've been staring at him for a while now. Big brother, he's still young when you hug him, oh my!" Jaelly exclaimed and I felt her big palm caressing my cheek again.
I closed my eyes and he just lifted my chin. Our eyes met again. He wiped my tears.
"Did I scare you?" he asked calmly. His voice was weak as if he was talking to a child. "Now go..." he said and Jaelly extended her palm again.
"Come on, Blaise," she uttered.
I accepted it and my knees were weak. That was because of the strange feeling I felt while I was locked in his brother's arms.
I could feel his cold eyes on me but I didn't look at him anymore.
"Jaelly. Take my daughter with you. Don't bring him near me," he said.
"I will tell manang to let you into your room, Brother. Why did you get sick, huh?"
Only then did I have the courage to look at the man again. He is already on his bed and I can only see his back. I quickly looked away and took a deep breath.
Jaelly took me to their living room and her nephew was still next to me. He doesn't want to let me go either, eh. He snuggled up to my side so I just hugged him sideways.
I'm already drinking the kiwi juice that Jaelly prepared earlier and the child is eating a biscuit.
"What is your niece's name, Jaelly? Where is his Mommy?” I asked him who was also busy eating chips. He was sitting on the other couch.
“Her name is Anderly Irish, Blaise. Her nickname is Rish.”
"Eh, why do you call him a cat?" I asked frowning.
"Mommy, drink," he said and I helped him drink his drink with a straw. "Thank you, Mom."
"He is difficult and all our maids cannot take care of him because he does not want to. Even if you approach him, he runs away," he explained.
"Is he afraid of people?" I asked him a curious question.
“No. He's just like that, he doesn't want someone else to take care of him. Just me and his daddy and Mom and Dad," he continued.
"Eh, his Mommy? Where is he?”
"I don't know about his daddy," he just answered with a shrug.
He know's nothing? Isn't his older brother a single father? Because why are the father and son still in their mansion?
It's also impossible to mistake me for Irish's Mommy if I don't look like his Mommy, right?
Children don't really lie. They also tell the truth. Where is his brother's wife?
"Is he your brother?" I asked her.
"He is my brother I was referring to earlier at the JE Rousville school. He is Jaive Eltain S. Rousville, he is 28 years old, Blaise and the child next to you who is super clingy just like her Dada is about to turn three years old again," he explained and I was even more surprised. Irish just turning three years old? But the way she talks and her little body. Because he's chubby, huh? You would think he was four years old.
"You mean, it's only two years old?" I was surprised to ask that he nodded. "But why is he speaking so directly? He doesn't even have trouble speaking and he's also quick to understand?" I asked stunned.
"Because Brother Jaive's fatherhood is hands-on with him. My brother is too serious and he doesn't talk to her in a boring way. He directly teaches his son to speak and he really takes care of Rish," her statement.
"But she's so sweet and she even mistook me for her Mommy. Why do I look like his Mommy, Jaelly?" I asked with interest in knowing the truth in my voice. He shook his head at me.
"That's just the way he is. When he is comfortable with someone he will call him Mommy. But he just did it now."
"Eh, how do you know that when he is comfortable, he will call a woman mommy?" I asked him curiously. He smiled.
"His Daddy himself said that, eh. That's an inheritance from Brother Jaive," he said and pointed to his silent nephew.
"And besides," I said and looked at their stairs. "Why is your brother like that? He hugs too."
"Oh, that. That's normal for us. It's the same when my brother has a fever. He kisses his human pillow because it makes his body warm—wait, before you think about that, Blaise, huh. Warm up his body in a nice way, okay? Because he is cold and when he has someone to hug, he calms down. You won't make him cold anymore. Because that's how he is, eh. Mommy is the one who often takes care of him whenever he is in such a state," I promised at length that now I understood. "Sorry about that, Blaise. My brother is not really a pervert. That's kind even if it's serious and quiet. Don't charge him with sexual harassment, huh?"
He pointed to my uniform again. It was already tangled and one of its buttons had come off.
"I won't do that, Jaelly," I said and looked at Irish. "But my family will be surprised when they see this," I added and pointed my nose at my uniform. "Especially my two older brothers," I added and took a deep breath.
To Be Continued...