Married To A Playgirl

Chapter 35

Asteria Celeste Averix Levington POV

"Mommy, let's go!" Zyrone exclaimed and ran outside.

I followed Zyrone outside with our belongings. Today, we were moving to Kian's mansion. After our conversation the previous night, I didn't raise any objections. I couldn't bear the thought of being separated from her son. Despite the accusations she made against me, I knew I had my own battles to fight. However, she seemed particularly aggressive, and I had been keeping our son away from her. She had more connections compared to me.

"It's me," Kian called out as she helped with my belongings. We stepped out and got into her car. I made Zyrone sit next to her and took a seat in the back. When she noticed where I was sitting, she frowned.

"You should sit in the front seat, Estria," she insisted. I wanted to argue but she cut me off.

"No buts," she said, grinning.

"Fine, I'll give in so we can avoid further conflict," I conceded, standing up to move to the front seat. I held Zyrone in my arms, and as we traveled, my eyes gradually grew heavy.

"Estria," a voice woke me up, gently patting my face.

"Hmm," I mumbled, patting the person who woke me up, only to realize they were still asleep and had disturbed them. Annoyingly, I heard them laugh.

"Estria, if you don't wake up, I'll kiss you," the voice teased. I quickly responded, "I'm already awake."

"Too bad," they whispered, smiling mischievously.

"It's up to you," I replied, getting out of the car. Our child was no longer in my lap; he was now seated next to his father. We entered the house together.

"Mommy, look at this," Zyrone showed me an aquarium.

"It's cute," I said with a smile, watching the goldfish swim. Suddenly, he rubbed his eyes.

"Mommy, I want to sleep more," he said softly.

"Wait, Baby," I told him before approaching Kian. "Where exactly is Zyrone's room? Is it where he slept?" I inquired. She led me to the door of Zyrone's room, which I had not noticed before. It was blue, with the bed in the center and many toys placed around.

"This is Zyrone's room," she said.

I nodded and began walking back down the hallway. She turned to Zyrone, who was sitting on the sofa.

"Baby, let's go to your room," I lifted him up, and we entered his room, laying him in his bed.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm," I hummed, patting his thigh to help him fall asleep faster. Once I was sure he was asleep, I left his room and found Kian sitting in the living room set. When she noticed me, she looked at me.

I approached her, standing in front of her. "W-where is my room?" I hesitantly asked.

"Follow me," she said, standing up. I followed her to a room, and she opened the door. We entered, and I checked out the room. The walls were creamy white, the bed was beautiful and white.

"Here?" I asked.

"Yeah," she grinned at me. "By the way, welcome to our room." It was then that I realized it was the same room we had entered during our conversation. My jaw dropped.

"Our?" I asked in disbelief. She nodded, smiling sweetly at me.

"Yup," she confirmed. "You here," she patted the bed next to her.

"We're really sharing the same bed?" I asked, still in shock.

"Yes. You don't want to?" she asked, her eyes shining, one eyebrow raised.

I swallowed. "It's not that," I weakly replied, sitting down beside her. She nodded and held her chin.

"It's good that we're clear, Estria," she said. I hesitated to speak again.

"But maybe I should just stay by Zyrone?" I suggested, but she responded curtly.

"No. Our son is big now and needs his personal space," she added, and I simply nodded.

"Mommy, what are you cooking?" Zyrone inquired, observing me in the kitchen. I turned to him.

"Lengua, Baby," I replied, showing him the dish.

Zyrone smiled and sat down at the table with his Daddy. After serving the dish, I placed it on the table.

"Here it is," I said, placing it down. Kian pretended to smell it.

"It's delicious," she complimented with a smile, looking sweetly at me.

"Still flattered," I responded.

"No, I'm just stating the fact, Estria," she scooped some and tasted it.

"Whatever," I calmly replied, teasing her.

"You two are so cute," our son remarked with a smile.

"You look like teenagers having a lover's quarrel," he observed, discovering the truth about Kian being his real father. He was overjoyed and jumped around. I playfully slapped her cheek several times, and Kian grinned.

"Of course, Baby. Your mommy and I love each other very much," she assured him. I just stared at her, and she even managed to wink at me. It was nine o'clock at night, and after putting our son to bed, I found myself standing in front of the door to my room with Kian.

I hesitated, unsure whether to enter or stay outside. I felt embarrassed. Despite everything that had happened between us, we were going to sleep next to each other in the same room again, sharing a single bed. As I reached for the doorknob, it opened, and Kian, dressed in a sports bra and boxers, stepped out. She seemed slightly surprised to see me standing there.

"Why haven't you come in yet?" she raised an eyebrow. I found myself sweating, unsure of how to respond. Seeing my hesitation, she gently pulled me inside, saying, "Never mind. Let's go." She led us into the room, and I gasped when we reached the bed.

We both got into bed. "I longed to have you sleep beside me again last night," she said. "Kian," I heard her suddenly kiss me on the forehead.

"Damn! I miss you so much, Estria," she hugged me tightly, eagerly expressing her feelings.

"I miss you too," I whispered, acknowledging my emotions. The words slipped out of my mouth. We gazed at each other, and she slowly leaned in. I bit my lip as I felt the closeness between us. After a moment of hesitation, she took my neck and pressed our lips together, a smile evident in the kiss.