McDonald's was an interesting trip, to say the least.
"Miguel, what did I say about listening to me?" I ask with a bit of anger. He shrugs to himself before running out of the car.
"Ugh, boys!" I sigh to myself. For the first time in weeks, I feel good about walking in the house, it's so big and it always is empty. These walls lately are not home anymore. They just cause boredom.
I have no friends, well they all left me. Or I left them technically.
"So, what do you want to do?" I ask as he jumps around the living area.
"I want my nuggets." He says that pointing to his kid's meal. I hand it to him and he runs to the couch.
"Let's go eat in the kitchen, I'll let you put your drink in one of Anthony's glasses." He gets off the couch and zooms to the kitchen.
My phone goes off.
"Dianna, he won't stop crying. I haven't slept in days. Please help me!" Milo begs on the phone.
"Bring him over, let auntie Anna take care of him tonight." He lets out a breath of relief and I laugh. Fatherhood has beaten the devil out of him.
"You can stay in one of the guest rooms." She as in his girlfriend left as soon as the baby was born. She said she couldn't handle him and left. She tried giving him up for adoption behind Milo's back. Oh, boy were we all mad. She is spending a few months with her family to work on her mental health.
Milo, of course, chose his son and they have been keeping my life busy the last two months.
Oh, and he is so adorable like my baby fever goes into hyperdrive when I am around his cuteness. Little Lucas. He looks so much like his father.
"Did you just laugh at me?" Milo asks as I get pulled back into the discussion.
"Yes, yes I did. You haven't changed much since we were little. Always depending on me. What would you do without me?" I ask spilling out a little truth to the question.
"Oh, um I would be fucked. You are an angel from God, to be honest." I let out a fake laugh. I don't want to be an 'angel from god' I just want to be me.
Is that hard to ask?
"Milo, tonight I have Miguel here. Just turn on his music player for five minutes. Before you do that change him and feed him." He whines and I pull the phone away from my ear.
"But I need you." I let out an angry huff of hot air.
"I am pregnant and as your Luna, I say no. I am sorry I can't handle everyone. You have been a father for three months now. Please don't depend on me. You are going to have to get used to being a dad. Every day for the last two and a half months. You have come over, if I can do it, you can do it. I am no damn baby whisperer." I hang up without another word from him and go to the kitchen.
"Miguel, would you like a glass of chocolate milk?" He nods smiling as he takes a bite out of some fries, he just grabbed out of the small box.
"Who was on the phone?" He asks before, I place a metal straw in his cup.
"Milo." I smile through the pain. My family uses me and I am so tired of it.
"Is he coming over?" He asks and I nod my head saying 'no' he frowns and dips his nugget into the honey mustard.
"Why can't he come over?" I open my box of nuggets and quickly take a bite out of the lukewarm nugget.
I swallow it and take a sip out of my juice box.
"Because he is a daddy now and he needs to take care of his son. His child comes first and he needs to learn this." He drinks some more of his milk.
"Then why are you so sad?" He asks pushing his chocolate milk towards me.
I quirk up a small smile.
"Because I should have let him learn it sooner. I love him so much that I couldn't stop myself from taking care of him. His mate left him." I give him back his things.
I now can sort of understanding why she left. She may have not had the weight of the world on her shoulders, but she did have my brother's. She loved him, he was always there for her, so I don't understand how she left her son behind. I could never do that to my child it is one way with me and I strongly believe that, if I birth the child then there is no way in hell, I will abandon it and or let someone fucking take my child.
"You want to go watch Transformers?" I ask because he has been picking at the same nugget for about a minute.
"Yeah, I full." He says running to my living room.
I miss life when it wasn't as complicated. I call Anthony's phone, no answer.
I try again for it to go straight to voice mail. I text him a quick 'hope you are safe, love you the baby and I are doing fine. Hope we can spend some more time together, I miss you.' A tear unwillingly falls down my cheek and I let out a sigh in frustration. He is never around anymore and I don't want to think of the worst.
This pregnancy is going to affect both of us unless one of us cuts the mate bond.
Which I hope doesn't happen, but I am super close to it.
It is sad the I think like that now, he is a good guy and I love him. I just don't like that, he is never here even though he promised me he would be.
When he does come home his breath smells like scotch and or beer. Sometimes all he does is yell.
He even makes drunken comments like 'you are getting fat' but that only has happened a few times, thank God.
I shouldn't be thinking like this, I put the transformer movie in. Make some popcorn and watch Megan Fox open the lid of her car.
"That is my mate." My little brother says, making me laugh so hard that I pull him into a hug.
"You are so predictable, baby." He huffs out a sigh.
"Nebermind she looks like you, Ew gross." He says pulling closer to me to fall asleep.
I pick him up and carry him to my bed, I change his clothes without waking him and then curl up with him.
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The Teased Mate (𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 #1)
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