Cruel: A Max Hamilton Story (Interracial/WMBW) (Book4)

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A/N. Hey, y'all! It's been a while, huh? I haven't updated anything recently, but I have been writing so expect more updates coming soon. I have been focusing on school so I was not really motivated to write much and whenever I tried to I did not really know what to write anymore. I graduate this month so more time to write. Anyways, here is a long awaited update and hope that you like it. Please, vote & comment! Also, please excuse any mistakes I or my phone made while I was typing this out. Deuces!✌️
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Delilah

We are working things out, finally. It all feels a bit strange to me. Maxim is away on a photoshoot while I am home with Maxwell. I miss him. I miss his touch. I miss his lips. I miss his voice. I miss that big muscle ridden body of his that became my body pillow.

I miss running my fingers through his hair whenever we would snuggle up close together. I miss his boyish grin. Hell, I even miss when he would randomly give my butt smacks and squeezes. Do not even get me started on the booty rubs. Those alone would have gotten me pregnant again. I miss my baby.

"Ma!?" That was Maxwell calling for me. "Yeah, baby?", I called back adding the final touches to my outfit. It became quiet after that. "Maxwell?!", I called for my son but he did not respond. "Well?", I called again, rising from my bed to my feet. "You look cute", a little voice said into my ear making me jump letting out a little scream in surprise. He snickered grinning boyishly looking like his father more than ever in that moment.

I felt my eyes well up with tears at the thought of my beast. "Mama?", Maxwell cooed wrapping his little arms around my waist hugging me comfortingly. I sniffled hugging my baby back. "Don't cry, mum. Dad'll be home tomorrow", he cooed rubbing my back. I pouted, "But I want him home now", I whined. "You really gots mum trippin' fam", Maxwell mumbled eyeing my bump.

I laughed ruffling his hair making him whine in annoyance. "You yo' daddy's son, boy", I laughed unraveling his arms from around my waist. He scoffed placing his hands on his hips, "He wishes he was this cute", he said and struck a pose while making the duck face. I snickered, but let out a fake sneeze to cover it to save my baby's little ego any damage. There are people who would not agree with my son doing the duck face, but I would ever so kindly like to tell all of them to sit the fuck down. He is his own person.

Just because he is a boy, that does not mean that he cannot make a facial expression or wear whatever he wants. Stop placing gender roles on people and stop associating gender with things. Just say that "Usually that is associated with... But not everyone is the same. We are all different and if that is what you like or want, then by all means go ahead". But of course, people always try to put you in a box. Moving on now, back to my son and his father looking self.

"You ready now, mum?", he asked. I nodded grabbing my purse and phone off of the bed. We made our way out of the house to the car. I locked the door while Well climbed in the car and buckled himself in his booster seat. A couple of minutes later we were on the road heading to our destination. We are going shopping for somethings for the house, the family's little princess, and for Maxwell just because I want to spoil him.

We pulled up to the shopping center that honestly was more like a mall more than anything. I found a fairly decent spot in the middle of the center before we made our way to our first victim on our shopping list. The first store was Marshall's and guess what happened? I lost my son in the hustle and bustle of the store. I was so scared when I could no longer spot him where he had previously been looking the the clothes on the rack near the main aisle. I had burst out in hysteria looking for my baby.