Xandry

BLAINE

Ben started munching the protein chocolate bar after I’d done buckling him at the back seat, then I started the ignition of my car. I pulled out from the driveway of our two-story small country house— my parents’ gift on my twenty-second birthday last month.

I gave birth to Ben when I was only seventeen and his father was not in the picture anymore. Ignoring people calling me a bitch was difficult on my part, but I stood up for my own decision the moment I confirmed I was pregnant.

I was so overwhelmed with joy and for being a newly single mom-- it made me burst into tears. It was the best feeling in the world when I first cuddled my son after eighteen hours of labor.

“Why do we stay at Nana and Dada, Mommy?” Ben gabbled.

I looked at him through the rearview mirror. “What I said about talking when your mouth is full, Ben?”

“Mommy.”

“Yes, baby?”

“I’m already a big guy.”

“You’ll always be my baby, Ben.”

“Why are we staying with Nana and Dada?”

“Your Auntie B arrived last night. We’ll stay there for two days.”

“Am I allowed to eat Nana’s cookies and pies?”

“Of course, but not before each meal, okay?” My parents spoiled Ben so much since he was the first grandchild of the family. They gave him everything that I couldn’t afford. Even at a young age, my parents already exposed him to gizmos which I was against over their decisions. The only thing I agreed upon was the Smartwatch because of the GPS program installed. I just loved my son so much and he was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Ben was an intelligent kid and understood the reason why did I limit his screen time.

I turned right off the street toward the iron-wrought gate. The yellow lamps illuminated from my parent’s French-style house. The DIY jar lanterns hanging from the trees were already lit up. They danced along to the wind creating a stunning and bedazzling glow around them.

Mom and Dad were thrilled when Bianca informed their forthcoming visit. Of course, they had planned everything meticulously, and the first on their long lists was to order Dahlia, lilies, and tulips since Mom had only daffodils, Gerbera, black-eyed Susan, coral bells, and Marigold at her flower beds that Dad had to hire a landscaper for them.

I pulled the car to stop. Meeting Kyland’s family was giving me a knot in my stomach. Even my labor never made me antsy. Okay, it was a lie because the pain was indescribable.

What if they won’t like us? I released a deep breath.

“Are you ready, baby boy?” I hopped out of the car and opened the door for Ben, and that was when I heard footsteps approaching.

“Sis!”

I turned to Bianca’s voice on my back. “Bitch.”

“Mommy, that’s a bad word.”

“B, oh, my God! I missed you so much.” I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly.

weight and her baby bump was very prominent. She looked at me from head to

called my name repeatedly.

helped my son get

in front of my son who was already pouting

“Easy, B, he’s my

wiping them off. “Look at you, you grew up into a handsome young

I rolled my eyes. She wasn’t able to

“I know, I missed your birthday day, but I missed this little guy as well.”

baritone voice called from B’s back. That must be Kyland. He stopped and smiled. “You must be Blaine.”

tiny hand gripping

Kyland was the exception. He looked intimidating in person than in pictures. With piercings on his brow, nose, lower lip, and tattoos peeking

humble abode and to the

my baby beside me and bent with amusement. “And who are you?”

“Why did you hug Mommy?” Ben scowled

Mommy here is like

like guys,” Ben replied, making Kyland

I’m different.”

“How so? What’s that?” Ben pointed

Sorry about that. Ben

meet you, Ben, I’m Kyland.” He extended his fist.

to Kyland

bags

“He seems nice, B, but he looked scary,” I affirmed and bumped my

“Scary?”

rolled my eyes and

toward the door like he

how are you, Blaine?” She snaked

that I was dating a jerk, but I didn’t listen to her because I was totally blind and in love with him. It also broke her when she found out I was pregnant and my boyfriend ignored me and left out of town. The last time I saw him was when my parents’ lawyers let him sign that he had nothing to do with my child. Dad made

B. I’m happy actually.”

“Not dating?”

on work. I have a kid to feed and

true, Blaine. You’re a hot momma.”

me up but I doubted myself since I’ve never

saying that because I’m your big sister, silly. You

will get back in shape after your baby is born,

so that you can

There were sets of eyes staring at me, making

my little sister Blaine.”

heard the voice of my sister as I glanced at the people sitting on the

We met twice since

you looked hot with a post-orgasmic bliss,” I whispered

my fault,” said the man who looked like an underwear model. “Pyke here, milady.” He

better stop it, man, if you don’t want to bust your head with a shotgun,”

meet you, Blaine. I’m Camila’s

know, but you look nice in person than in the video,” I replied.

“Video?” His brow

she said,