Her Best Second Chance

Chapter 14: ladies Gentleman

It's been a long time since I could ever remember myself feeling so many emotions all at once.

My tongue is heavy with words urging to overflow yet my lips seal shut.

My heart warms at how gentle he is with her little body. Her small frame curls in his arms sleeping soundlessly.

I stand still in my corner watching him smooth her back after laying her back on the bed.

"And who is this?" The old lady inquire walking in my directions. She takes my hand in hers looking at me properly.

"Solayne" I offer her a wide smile, her stubby hands pulling me further into the room.

"You must be special?" She enthuses, firmly gripping my hand to help herself sit down. Arzhel's whiskey eyes met mine for a just a split second before finding his mother's orbs.

"She works for me, mother" he clarifies and I breath a sigh of relief.

"You don't take a lot of your employees around here, especially to meet your daughter" she air quotes, a cunning smile forms a thin line against her full lips.

"Mother" he lowly calls boring his eyes into the side of her face" I am here for business I had no intentions coming here until you called." He defends sticking his hands in his pockets.

"Do you see any work business here cause I don't" she spoke softly so only I could hear, a small giggle escape my lips. I did not bother to hush myself as her effort to irritate her son is thrilling. Roughly removing his hands from his pocket, Arzhel's stalk off slamming the door behind him.

The baby stirs in her sleep and the lady immediately starts patting her back.

"Maisilyn" she introduces " but you can call me Maisie" her eyes sparkle with her infectious smile. Her round rosy cheeks outlines her wrinkles giving a glimpse of her age.

She is old yet so full of life. There is no way Arzhel took from her.

"Don't mind him, he always has some problems just like his dad" she dismisses his actions fanning him off.

"He has your eyes" I lowly mutter taking in her features. My hands clasp over my mouth, my eyes widen at my own outburst.

Her chest heavies up and down as she healthy chuckle reaching to cover her grandchild.

"You like him don't you" my breath hitch in my throat,words logging on the tip of my tongue.

My cheeks heat up bursting into a small smile which I desperately try to hide.

"You do" she smiles cheekily

"I..I.... " I somehow could not piece together a complete sentence.

Could it be because she is right? Arzhel can be a huge prick I have to admit. He is spiteful and inconsiderate, he doesn't always think how his actions can affect someone else, I am living proof of that, he is aggressive and stubborn, if you ask me he has the world at his advantage. But he also has his good days, days when he is extraordinary caring, considerate and a great listener, days when he is not afraid to show his true self and not all up in his feelings. Not to mention he has a child.

His brown eyes always holds me captive and now my thoughts are captivated by him.

Ms. Maisie's mouth open but no words came, instead Arzhel barged back into the room grabbing the babies stuffs and throwing them into her carrier.

"She can go home, doctor's orders." Is all he mention.

"Did he tell you the reason?" she ask struggling to get up.