When Earth, the epitome of a cold, strict and rich CEO and Mix a cheeky, slightly spoiled rich kid meet in an upscale Nightclub in Bangkok one night. They didn't think it would result in a baby. When Mix finds out, he remembers when and what his one...
A/N: Hi Loves it's me, back again. Did you miss me. Hope you like it 😊, Happy reading😋.
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Morning rays shone through the window, gently rousing an exhausted Mix from his slumber.
Mix opened his eyes examining the peaceful face of Earth. His smooth tan skin, long lean muscular arm protectively hung over the bump.
The usual happiness and butterflies that came unbidden every time he did so, were conspicuously absent this morning.
The sun shone through the window, Mr Handsome snuggled against him in bed. And yet... nothing.
He watched as Earth remained relaxed and contented in serene slumber. A usually welcomed sight, was met with nothing but great irritation.
He hefted his body up as quietly and as deftly as possible, removing any tangled limb delicately from about his person. Replacing the body Earth so lovingly guarded through the night, with the meaty bolster Mix slept with.
Grabbing a casual comfy co-ord from the wardrobe, and his towel. Taking one last look back. He trotted over to another room to shower and change.
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Mix waddled his way to the kitchen, rubbing the lower half of his bump feeling every bit of the months of his pregnancy.
Makes placed a few rashers of bacon in a pan and watched it fry. The multiple small sputters of grease, made his stomach churn. Turning the fire off, he opted for tea instead. Boiling the kettle; he stared listlessly. As the steam wafted from its spout.
Mix sat down on the sofa, with the hot cup, gathering the blanket left there. Cocooning himself with it. Absentmindedly, staring out at the expansive vista of the garden, watching the wind sway through the trees and the petals falling haphazardly to the ground.
Is this just my pregnancy hormones?
This morning there was something stuffy about the house, he couldn't quite place his finger on it. Last night may have resulted in a enjoyable and exhaustive exercise.
However, Mix's mind ran to the events earlier that evening. The bitch Didi and her mother.
"Tch!"
Brooding over negative emotions and memories wasn't his style. Wasting time thinking about someone as insignificant as her, was even more so an exercise in futility. But as he replaced thoughts of last evening, Didi was starting to represent a high improbability he didn't even consider before.
What if?... oh No ... he would never!.. someone could..
Mix shook his head vigorously, casting away any interfering unwanted imaginations as he did so.
