His little wife [Editing]

chapter one

    

Run. That was the only thing playing in his mind as he ran through the dark ally with his mind playing the scenes that unfolded that morning,,,

*****Flashback*****

"Jayden wake up it's time for your breakfast" he heard the voice of his mother and couldn't help the groan that escaped his lips.

"Mom, really?" He asked perplexed cause he was awake now. One thing he hates about himself and one rule that keeps him actively punctual and kicking.

'Rule number one:  If you hear mom's call, it's time to wake up'.

He ran his hands through his hair due to fustration and the  constant bickering of his Mom.

He heard footsteps at his room's door before it opened revealing the person behind it. One guess, his mom.

The only person bold enough to ever come into this dark room of his.

With arms folded across her chest, she began scanning the dirty, littered room of her handsome son still laying in the bed.

"Really?, Seriously?,,,that is all you are going to ask me?" She paused while taking a dramatic stance. "No good morning mom?" She raised an eyebrow while stating at her son

"Good morning Mom" he replied in between chuckles.

"Young man, I did not remember raising you this way. Last time I remember, I told you to always thank me anytime I yell out your name to wake you up. Is this my thank you?"

"Mom you are being dramatic right now, you know right?"

"I still can't hear my thank you,,,,where is it?" She said and placed an arm over her ear while leaning in closer

" Ok, fine" a tired sigh left his mouth. "Thank you"

"What is that? I can't hear you, could you be louder and use the word, mom?"

He sat upright on the bed while raking his hair with his hands. Another sigh escaped his lips. This woman...

"Thank you very much, mom. You happy now? You taking those words out of my mouth makes you happy doesn't it?"

"You have no idea son. You have no idea" she grinned stupidly at her son.

"I still don't get why you of all people, the most elegant of the elegants, have to yell in order to get her son to wake up. I mean, you have maids practically moving around aimlessly and you had to do was tell them to wake me up"

"Well dear son, if I had sent a maid here would you even listen? Hmmm?" She hummed mockingly at him.

He only let out a nervous chuckle  while scratching the back of his neck. He had already turn red with embarrassment.

"I see now. I already have my answer, even with the look of your room I can already tell that a maid has never been here before." She scoffed at him while taking a glance at his messy room again.

"It's not like that mom. I just like to do things on my own and besides, you know I don't like the stares I get from those maids. It's like they all have a wild fantasy going on in their heads whenever they see me. And trust me, those kind of looks scares the shit out of me" he shuddered while making a disgusted face.

His mom saw the look on his face and couldn't help the proud smile that came on her lips. And looking at her son, he was one fine specimen. No doubt about that.it was a fact.

A mother would always be proud whenever they hear their kids being praised because of their looks.

She walked right up to his bed and sat on it. He placed his head on her shoulder and wrapped his arms around his mom while pouting.