Chapter 4

Hello, auntie.”

Xavier and Vincent are standing right in front of me with nothing but smiles on their faces which brought a smile to mine as I dropped the book on my laps

“How are you guys doing?” I asked them, smiling brightly at them. “We are good auntie,” Vincent said, but Xavier jumped into my arms, hugging me tight.

“Whoa, careful there, baby.” I adjusted him on my lap as he began playing with my bracelet.

“Mommy,” he said as he looked at me innocently.

Wait, what

No no no no

I’m so dead.

“Hey baby, I’m not your mommy, your mommy is at home,” I said, trying to clear the confusion going on.

“He thinks you are mommy, our mom is dead,” Vincent said sadly as he settled himself beside me on the bench, hugging my side.

Wait, their mom is dead, Oh my God, these little kids, I feel so sad, I know it won’t really affect me if my mom died, but still, they are kids.

“I’m sorry,” I said as I held him closer with one hand and also pet Xavier with my other hand. He also leaned into my touch, holding my hand.

“Xavier, you can’t call me mommy. I don’t think your dad is going to like that. Let’s just stick with Auntie, huh?” I asked him, but he shook his head as he pouted so cutely.

“No, no, you are mommy, I want mommy,” he said as he hugged my neck. What can I do to tell this little boy that I’m not his mother?

“Ok baby, you can call me mommy but not just in front of your father,” I said as I remembered how grumpy their father is.

The worst thing he will do is to stop them from seeing me.

“So we can call you mommy,” Vincent said as he held my hand tighter.

“Do you guys want cookies, I baked them myself,” I said as I brought out the cookies out of the bag, I opened the jar, and Vincent took a piece as he began munching it.

A smile formed on his face as he chewed it. “I love it, “he said, eating happily, which actually made me smile.

Yeah, I’m smiling when I know I am in so much trouble with their father, his kids are calling me mum.

I also gave Xavier one as he happily munched his own, too.

I adjusted Xavier on my lap and had his back resting on my chest as I watched the sunset with them. It felt so nice and calming.

“Boys, it’s time to go home.” I heard a deep and smooth voice that sounded familiar, I looked up at the same time with the kids to see it was their father who spoke.

Xavier got down from my laps as Vincent also got down from the bench, Xavier held his father’s hand as he waved at me, “Bye mommy” he said out loud waving and smiling happily, I forced out a tight smile as I looked up to their father to see him staring at me no sorry point of correction he was glaring at me.

“Xavier, she is not your mother, don’t call her that” Their father said, still glaring at me. “No daddy, that’s mommy,” Xavier said, pointing at me.

“Xavier, she is not your mother so drop it, let’s go” He said, raising his voice a little, making tears gathering in Xavier’s eyes.

“But daddy...” Vincent started but his father cut him off “I said no” and he pulled them away.

Obviously their father wasn’t just going to allow his kids to call a random woman their mother. It breaks my heart to see Xavier’s teary eyes as he dragged them away.

As I packed my things, it began to drizzle. I sighed, staring up at the sky. Oh lord, why on a day I didn’t carry an umbrella.

I guess the only option is to run home. Since I don’t have an umbrella.

I walked out of the park, walking fast as I turned to the street. The rain was already increasing little by little. I heard a car horn beside me, I stopped walking to see the window roll down, and the kids’ father's face showed.

“Get in” he said and I shook my head immediately “don’t worry sir, I’m okay, I will soon be home” I said foolishly, I saw a good opportunity to get home fast but no I don’t want to grab because I didn't want to be in the car with him and have myself squirming in silence and nervousness.

“Get in the car, Miss Thompson,” he said, hinting command and no place for opposition. I got in the car swiftly sitting with the kids at the back. I would not want to sit with him at the front.

Xavier jumped on me again, hugging me tight, and I also hugged him back as I pinched Vincent’s cheeks, which earned a giggle from him. I looked up to the mirror to see their father staring at us, but he looked away facing the road.

He knew my name. He knew my surname.

“It was nice being with you kids today” I said and Vincent nodded, I brought out the remaining cookies out of the bag, they were still much so I handed it over to Vincent “why don’t you guys take the rest home” I said and Vincent nodded.

“Thank you,” Xavier said as he pecked my cheek. The car stopped suddenly, I looked through the window to see we were already at my apartment complex. “Thank you, sir,” I said, and all I got was a hum as a response. “Bye, boys.”

“Bye,” they said together. I alighted the car and walked into the building, taking the elevator to the second floor.

Reminiscing about how my day ended. I actually like the kids. I remember Xavier calling me mommy, which actually made me smile, I don’t know why it sounded so nice and right.

Their father to be sincere that man is hot and handsome, he is a sight for sore eyes, is it his voice.

Oh my God, just kill me.

The way his grey eyes glared at me was intimidating.

But also hot at the same time.

But how did he know where I lived? He stopped right in front of the rights complex, I have never seen him here,

I don’t think people like him will even come to the complex at all.

If he knows where I live and knows my last name, then surely he should already know everything about me which is dangerous.

I think this is the point in all those novels I read that the rich man does a background check on the lady.

Sounds cliché enough.

Will I still get to see them again? I don’t think so, I don’t think their dad is ever going to let them see me again, but I really wish to see them again.