"Mommy, can we stop and get breakfast?", Marciano asked.
"They don't have breakfast at school?", I asked him.
''It's nasty," he pouted. I looked at the time and sighed. It was 7:30. I had 30 minutes until I needed to go to work.
"We can stop at the gas station," I said as I pulled up at race track.
I hurried up and went in and bought 2 muffins.
I got back in the car and handed Marciano the muffins.
"Eat up," I told him.
I made it to his school in 15 minutes.
"I'll see you later baby, I love you," I told him.
"I love you too, mommy," he said.
I waved one more time before driving off.
I had 13 minutes to get to work.
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I breathe a sigh of relief as I made it in just in time.
"Belle!", I heard my boss yell. I rushed into his office.
I noticed papers were all over and shit was broken.
"What happened in here!?", I asked him.
"You didn't answer your phone, I called you 17 times last night," he said.
"Excuse me, but my work ends at 4 p.m. and besides I told you it was my children's birthday," I said to him.
"I presume your "husband" was there as well?", he asked.
"I'm not seeing why that matters. I'm here to do a job. You have a meeting in a few minutes, I suggest you clean this room up Mr. Dean," I said.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me close.
"I really like you, Belle," he said.
"Relationships with other employees are forbidden," I said.
"Nobody has to know," he said, looking down at me. He leaned down and kissed me.
I don't know why, but I responded back. He was a pretty good kisser, I deepened the kiss moaning softly.
He pulled away, smirking slightly.
"Get back to work," he said.
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It was lunchtime and I had called up Marciello.
"How are the babies doing?", I asked him.
"They're doing good, bebé," he said.
"You don't need me to bring anything?", I asked.
"Do you have any left over milk stored somewhere. I think the children want some because they keep grabbing onto my chest," Marciello said.
I sighed.
"I'm trying to get them off of breast milk, so just let them wait it out. Is there anything else you need?", I asked.
"I need you," he said.
"Don't do this Marciello," I said.
"I can't control how I feel, I miss you bebé. I miss us," Marciello said.
"Where are the kids? I want to talk to them," I said, changing the subject.
"They're right here. Say hi to mommy," he told them.
