You're pregnant by who?!

~27~

Mya had gone grocery shopping and made her way back to Blitzo's apartment, deciding to try to make some of her Dad's gumbo. She had watched her dad make it so many times when she was a kid, that she was confident that the ingredients were correct and if anything wasn't right it was completely on her. She started off by making the roux, letting Silas watch from his bouncer seat on the floor, away from anything dangerous.

"I'll tell you somethin', kiddo. Your mama hasn't cooked anything from scratch since before you got here, so don't judge me too much if it turns out bad," Mya said, whisking her roux in a saucepan. "Gonna eat it either way though. Even if it tastes like sh- poop." Silas giggled a bit and cooed, teething on his fingers a little. Mya smiled and continued to whisk, keeping an eye on it, so that it didn't burn. Once she got the roux thickened up enough, she carefully set the saucepan aside and began washing and chopping up her vegetables, along with her sausage, getting that done in a short amount of time. She set her vegetables aside and began browning the sausage, hearing her phone vibrating again. She picked it up and answered it. "Hello?"

"Hey, hon," greeted a sickly sweet voice that made Mya's hair and tail stand on end.

"You have a lot of nerve to be calling me after all these years. How did you get my number anyway?" Mya asked lowly, going into defensive mode.

"Oh, I've been keeping tabs on you, baby girl. Just waiting for the right time for you to become useful to me," the voice on the other end said.

"Oh, now I'm useful? Took you over 20 years to figure that out? Well weren't you patient," Mya said sarcastically. "What the hell do you want, Ivy?"

"That's not what you call me?" the voice said angrily. "You address me as Mommy. Or have you forgotten?"

"Must have forgotten, since you haven't been around long enough to be called that. You earned a better name that fits. How about Cheating whore that made a fool out of my dad and deserves a knife through the throat? A little long, but I think that fits you so much better," Mya said, picking up a pot to cook her gumbo in.

"Now, that's not nice," Ivy said. "I know you were raised better than that."

"How would you know? I haven't seen you in over 20 years," Mya said angrily, as she kept cooking. "What the hell do you want?"

"I want to meet my grandson," Ivy said.

"You're not going anywhere near him," Mya said, cooking her chicken and shrimp to add to the pot. "You try it and I will have the great pleasure in knocking your head off."

"Fine, then I want something instead," she said.

"What?" Mya asked, through gritted teeth.

"Give me $500,000, and I won't tell your baby daddy's wife," she said. Mya scoffed a little, but then chuckled.

"That was your plan? Blackmail me?" Mya asked.

"Pretty much," Ivy said. "You know how crazy Mrs.Goetia is. What do you think she would do if she found out?"

"You must not have been keeping enough tabs on me, because I already spoke to her. She already knows," Mya said, stirring her chicken and shrimp into the large pot.

"She does?" Ivy asked, sounding a bit surprised.

"I spoke to her earlier this week. She knows everything," Mya said.

"Oh..." Ivy said, before there was a bit of silence, then the line cut off. Mya hung up the phone and cackled to herself.

"The absolute audacity of that b- lady," Mya said, looking over at Silas. "Sorry for the bad words, kiddo." Silas cooed and reached out, wanting to be held. "Let me get this stirred up, and then I'll pick you up." Silas continued to reach out, waving his hands a little, squealing a bit. Mya chuckled softly and carefully sat the ladle down on the counter. She cleaned her hands, walked over to Silas, and took him out of the bouncer, holding him. "What am I gonna do with you, kiddo?" Silas cooed and nuzzled his mother, enjoying her warm embrace. "Guess I'll just have to love ya until ya get sick of me. And we've got a lot of time before then." She kissed his head and held him close, as she seasoned her gumbo. She let the gumbo simmer and made some rice to go with it. "It smells pretty good. Might not taste too bad." Once she finished preparing the gumbo and rice, she made herself a bowl and made Silas a bottle, while he now hung in the baby sling, babbling to himself. She sat on the couch and began feeding Silas, checking her phone in case Loona or Stolas texted to check in. "Why hasn't he called? Maybe I should call him." She dialed Stolas's phone number and listened to the phone ring on his end, before going to voicemail. She tried calling him a few more times, before deciding to give up. "Hopefully she didn't kill him," she muttered, as she continued to feed Silas. She burped him and laid him down on the couch beside her, so she could eat her own food. "We'll, it's not too bad. Should have added more of that Cajun seasoning though." She continued to eat, Silas whining a little. She looked over at him, while he tried to reach for her bowl. "You wanna try some?" Silas wiggled around and kept reaching for the bowl. Mya sat him up a little, scooped up a small spoonful of her gumbo and blew on it for him. She then sat him up a little and let him take small licks from the spoon. "What do you think, kiddo?" He squealed happily in delight and tasted a little more from the spoon. "Don't think you're supposed to be eating this, but a little bit wouldn't hurt. It's good, right?" Silas cooed and opened his mouth for more. "Okay, you can have one more, but you'll have to wait until later for more. You just had your bottle." She scooped up a little more gumbo for him, set her bowl down, and carefully sat him up again, letting him eat from the spoon. "Mmm, yum yum." Silas ate it up happily and sucked on his fingers, almost satisfied with what he was given. "You're gonna sleep good." She cleaned off his face with his bib, carefully laid him back down on the couch and began eating her food, going back to looking through her phone.