My 419 Nightmare

53: Mother Dearest

Kit's POV

The day started pretty normal.

After the whole fiasco last night, that devil of mine ushered- no, scratch that, he literary kick out all of my friends, before going down on me.

By going down... I mean...

We both know what he did to you, Kitty. I'm there as well, remember?

Shut up!

Morning came, then breakfast, he makes my favourite banana pancakes and-

Wait, since when banana pancakes is your favourite?

SINCE I'M PREGNANT! HAPPY!?

Yes, gladly. Now continue.

As I was saying, the day started normal. He brought me to work, stay at my room upstairs since he doesn't want to separate with me, in case something happen and then...

Boom!

There come the queen.

What the hell is she doing here?

And what are my boys doing?

I didn't pay them a crapload for slacking! Should I just fire them all?!

"Nothing to say to your mother, Kittinan? We haven't met for quite some times, haven't we?"

Yes, my mother is here. In my restaurant. In one of the private room, that per my memory was book by some rich lady a month ago. So how on earth she got in here?

"Please, do come in, son. You don't have to guard the door all day. My man can do that for me."

Geez, your mother is scary.

Shut up! That's your mother too.

I try to control my features as I step inside the room, taking a seat directly on the opposite side of her on the ten seated table. I realize the door was closed as soon as I entered. I'm pretty sure her loyal G is guarding the outside. Perhaps, with a couple of man on the dining floor as well.

At the same time, trying to control my gag reflects from barfing in front of her. I'm not sure whether it's from the seafood she ordered or from the anxiety I'm feeling.

I need my D.

"Come, have a meal with me. You and I will have a long talk after this. It's not good to talk with an empty stomach, right? Here, have a bowl of your favourite Tom Yam."

Shit! I'm going to barf!

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The angel scrunched up his face, trying to breath through his teeth, as the bowl of his favourite-food-turned-nemesis-due-to-a-certain-baby, slowly entering his personal zone. The queen doesn't seem to notice her uncomfortable state as she is busy scooping a bowl of that said Tom Yam into her own bowl.

The angel slowly push the bowl as far as he can, while keeping an eye on his dear mother. Gears in his brain are churning, trying to determine the purposes of such rare visit.

The angel finally remember that that is the first time his mother ever come, willingly. After he left the Innoctare mansion, none of them kept in contact with him. With the exception of Uncle Jack of course.

The angel's mind run amok, together with the anxiety and uncertainties that he is feeling inside his heart, he can't no longer hold himself.

"Excuse me."

He left the room as fast as he could, running upstairs and goes straight to the bathroom, throwing out everything. Both his breakfast and his feeling.

"Angel?"

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Ming's POV

The day starts pretty amazing.

Waking up next to your loved one is the best feeling ever.

What's better is still having your lenght trapped between that sweet tight hole, like a baby clenching on his candy. With a quickie as my breakfast, I head out to make my angel's favourite.

Banana pancakes.

I might not be able to cook anything else or even be helpful in the kitchen when my angel is cooking, but I do know one thing, my pregnant angel love my pancakes.

Pregnant.

It seems so surreal, but at the same time it's perfectly make sense.

My angel's baby would definitely look as adorable as him and I would love him lots too.

The day starts amazing.

I brought him to work and since I'm on the run from my own father, I'm making the resting room on the upper floor of my angel's restaurant as my base.

I was on the phone with my man, discussing some details on what I want him to do to ensure the safety of both both me and my angel when the latter suddenly barge into the room and head straight to the bathroom.

"I'll call you back."

Hanging up, I throw my phone on the bed, before rushing to help my angel. This is the first time I ever see him throwing up. Is this what they called morning sickness?

I kneel down beside him, rubbing his back as my angel hugging the toilet bowl, still barfing, hoping that my rubs can sooth him. I grab him a towel from the hanging rack as soon as he stops and turns to get him a glass of water.

That is when I first saw her.

The mother.

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The Queen's POV

The day started as it supposed to started.

Despite me being cold towards my only son, having a good reason for doing so thought, I can't help feeling nervous when I thought how I'm finally going to meet him after all this years.

During the first moment I step inside his restaurant, I can't help feeling a bubbling pride burst inside my heart. I've been following his success from afar, and I know how much effort he have gone through all those years alone, surviving in the world without ever using the connection of his own namesake.

But seeing it with my own eyes...

I place an order beforehand, ordering all his favourite food. We might not have had meal often, but I do know his liking towards seafood. Especially Tom Yam Goong.

And to think that this is the first time I'm going to taste my son's cuisine.

But... why do I have to resort to sarcastic remarks whenever I talk to him? Did my indifference towards him all this years have made me unable to properly converse with him like a normal being?

"He hates me, doesn't he?"

G enters the room after my son runs away. I slowly drop the bowl in my hand on the table, blinking away the budding tears.

"Mistress, Young Master looks like he's in pain. Perhaps... You want to take a look on him?"

Of course he is in pain. His mother from hell just suddenly return after years of abandonment.

"Where is he?"

"I believe he is in his room, upstairs."

I followed G's guide, as he manoeuvre the way, making sure nobody notice us as we make our way towards my son's room. The door is wide open, with strange sound coming from it.

I carefully step inside, letting G stay on guard outside the room. I notice the sound came from the bathroom on the far side of the room. A man is kneeling beside my son, soothing his back as my son throws up in the toilet.

Fear starts creeping inside my heart. Is my son okey? Is he's sick? Why did he have to throw up so much?

Did he, did he feel repulsive upon seeing me?

It wasn't until later when my son stops barfing and the man turns around that I realized something.

Ah... this is him.

The boyfriend.