Married To A Playgirl

Chapter 40

Asteria Celeste Averix Levington POV

"Mommy, Daddy, take me to school," Zyrone exclaimed, sounding eager.

"Why on rush, baby?" I teased, knowing this was unlike him. He must be pulling my leg today.

"Just because, Mommy," he replied, with a hint of mischief in his tone.

"Maybe you have a crush at school," I suggested playfully, widening my eyes. His reaction only fueled my teasing.

"Mommy," he protested, and I shook my head, reminding him of his young age.

"You're still a kid, Zyrone," I emphasized, recalling how recently he was concerned about upsetting Arianna. Now, he seemed excited, a typical behavior for his age.

"Wifey, leave our son alone," my Wife intervened, defending Zyrone. I lightly playfully slapped her cheek and shot her a playful glare.

"Are you the one teaching him these things?" I asked with mock anger. She simply pinched the bridge of my nose, avoiding a direct answer and ushering us out the door. She's quite the character! She opened the car door for us, and Zyrone hopped into the backseat with me beside my Wife in the front. Upon arrival at the school, Zyrone enthusiastically disembarked, displaying an unusual level of excitement.

"Baby, Mommy, Daddy," he quickly gave us goodbye kisses on the cheeks before dashing off into the school. We watched him enter, greeted by the guard, his face beaming with joy. He truly was a bundle of energy. I marveled at his zest for life, contrasting it with my childhood memories of playing with Barbies and paying little attention to male classmates.

"Let's go," Kian initiated as she started the car.

"Thank you," I expressed gratitude as she dropped me off in front of my coffee shop, assisting me out of the vehicle.

"Estria, I might be home late tonight, so don't wait for me to eat," she informed me before bidding farewell.

"Why?" I inquired.

"Business meeting," she replied succinctly. I nodded in understanding.

"Alright, I'm off," she announced, planting a quick kiss on my lips before driving away. I entered the coffee shop, where one of my employees, Rain, informed me of a cake supplier's offer.

"Ma'am, someone has offered to supply us with cakes," Rain relayed the information. I had been considering finding a cake supplier, as I was too occupied to bake and needed to conserve my energy for crucial tasks.

"Who is it? Can I speak with them?" I inquired.

"Zane Watts, Ma'am. Here's her number," Rain handed me a slip of paper with the contact details. I proceeded to my office, dialed the number, and arranged a meeting with Zane to discuss the cake supply for the coffee shop.

Later, after concluding the meeting, I decided to pick up Zyrone from school. However, as I hurried out the door, I stumbled due to my high heels. Thankfully, someone caught me before any harm could befall us.

"Thank you," I expressed my gratitude to the person who helped me, recognizing a familiar face.

"I am very grateful for your assistance. Without it, we might have been in trouble," I acknowledged, relieved by the timely intervention.

"You're welcome," the person replied before halting abruptly.

"Asteria?" he inquired, his tone filled with happiness. I furrowed my brow in confusion.

"Do you know me?" I questioned.

"Asteria, I am Felix Watts. Have you forgotten me?" he sounded slightly hurt.

"Felix," I exclaimed, embracing him. Our encounters always seemed to involve him coming to my aid when needed.

"We haven't seen each other in a while," I remarked with a smile.

"Yes, yes. How have you been?" he inquired.

"I'm doing well," I chuckled, appreciating his consistent support.

"You haven't changed," he noted with a smile.

"Ehem," Zane interjected, redirecting our attention.

"You can sit, Brother," she invited. Felix and I took our seats as requested.

"Is Zane your relative?" I inquired, noticing their shared surname.

"Yes, my sister," he confirmed.

"How are you?" I asked, prompting him to share his progress with evident pride.

"Congratulations," I congratulated him, pleased with his achievements. Our conversation continued, and though Felix offered to escort me, I declined, considering both our busy schedules. I hailed a taxi to my next destination, realizing with a start that I had forgotten to pick up Zyrone, making me an hour and a half late. I mentally chided myself for my oversight.

"At St. Augustine, please," I instructed the driver, hoping my son hadn't been waiting too long or become upset. Reflecting on my actions, I felt a pang of guilt, fearing I may have neglected him like I once did with his brother.

"Are you okay?" the driver inquired, meeting my gaze through the rearview mirror. I nodded, though a tinge of worry lingered in my eyes, my fingers subconsciously pinching together.