The Billionaire's Chef

Chapter 28

WARNING: This may or may not make you cry. 

Short chapter.

Zia Knight POV

Over the weekend Derek and I had become closer than ever. We bonded over cooking, working on his homework, learn more of his interests which is cars and movies, and his likes and dislikes.He pretty much LOVES all the food I made - his word not mine - especially the bacon and broccoli mac-n-cheese we made together on Friday night. Also, he doesn't hate nor like his school and study but he loves maths and drawing the most. He said he loves cars because of his late father who always take him for a drive to a car show over the weekend when he's still alive, and that his current family has many cool cars in the garage that he can just watch and hide into whenever he's not happy.

I was shocked when he mentioned his late father and the memories he had with him. I couldn't stop the tears flowing out of my eyes and the sobs and hiccups escaping from my lips. When Derek shared these memories to me, he looked so calm and mature for his age. He wasn't crying at the start but as soon he saw my tears and heard my sobs his tears came down to his cheek, but he was smiling, a sad, small smile but a smile nevertheless. 

Derek just wiped my tears with his little hands and took the tissue box from my nightstand to wipe my snot. Yeah, I was pathetic in front of the little guy. Who even the adult at that time, pfft... clearly it was not me but him. 

Derek told me how he was grateful to his god-father and his new family. His new uncle, aunt and grandpa and grandma. But he was afraid most of the time. He doesn't want to be hated. He doesn't want to feel loved. He is afraid that once he loved them that he will lose them too, just like his father. 

All of that teared me up but what made me finally to cry loudly was when he told me about his mother.

"Zizi, I never had a mommy. I had a mom but she was not a mommy." At first I couldn't understand what he meant until he told me more about his supposed to be 'mom'.

"Mom never loved me. She called me bad word, bad names, she hurt me when daddy is not around. She told me I'm not daddy's son, I didn't believe her since daddy said she was lying and was just jealous because daddy loved me more than her." That right then was when all dam broke lose. I cried my eyes out, I was no longer sobbing but bawling, I was no longer tearing up but crying, I was no longer listening to Derek but I was hugging him. 

Meanwhile Derek... he was no longer talking but screaming. He was screaming and crying out loud for the emotion he has been keeping to himself; all of his loneliness, sadness and what can also probably confusion to why he didn't get a motherly love from his own mother. He hugged me tightly, holding on to me as if I was his last hope - the one he won't let go and I too would never let go.

Derek, my sweet boy, you didn't deserve this. No one deserves this. How could life treat you like this at this very young age? That night the two of us fell asleep from crying, our eyes were exhausted and our faces were stained with tears mark. Derek fell asleep in my arms while we were still hugging. His grip on my shirt were tight and I too didn't want to let him go just yet. This little guy need a little protector, I will surely be the guardian angel for him. 

In the middle of the night, I was awaken from Derek's little sobs. I found him still attached to me with his grip tighter than before. I couldn't help but to rub his back soothingly to calm him down. It eventually worked but what happened soon after stopped me from my rubbing his back and hitched my breath. 

"Mama... Zi.. Mama zi... Mama" my eyes were open wide by then and fat tears silently escaped my eyes. This little guy meant me? am I mama Zi? Mama? he trust me? this sweet boy

Then and there, I had a smile on my face, determined look in my eyes, and made a promise to myself. I will always be there to your rescue, I will always be your guardian angel, your mama Zi... your mama. 

On Saturday Derek and I woke up late with red eyes. We decided to shower together. We went out for breakfast then to the library to borrow books to read, then we decided to shop for swim wear for swimming later, more grocery shopping, but before going home we went to play go kart and rock climbing in one of the game centre. 

After lunch I taught Derek how to swim, at least how to improve his swimming. He was not confident with swimming but now he is. He now loves it! He's having so much fun swimming. Then we had dinner, more movies, read our book from the library then off to bed. Again, we sleep with Derek hugging me and his grip on my shirt tightly. I couldn't help but to kiss his forehead and cheek just before he closed his eyes to sleep. 

Goodnight my teddy bear, I hope you have a sweet dream tonight. I will be here when you're awake.