His Angel

Chapter 33

This chapter is quite long, but also interesting. You don't wanna miss.

Hey babes." Samantha sashayed into the bedroom and flopped down beside Greg who was busy on his laptop and sensually slid her body close to his. He absently hooked one arm around her waist, his attention still on the screen before him.

"How about the Minister's daughter's engagement party, babe?" She snuggled closer to him. "Are we still attending?"

Greg sighed. "You've asked me this several times Sam."

Samantha shrugged. "I just wanted to be sure that you aren't changing your mind. You know it's next month. Just two weeks from now and my dress is almost ready."

"The minister personally invited me and I can't get on his bad side and risk not getting contracts from him anymore by not honoring the invitation now can I?"

Samantha grinned. "That's why I love you."

Greg smiled absently.
"Where's Sydney? " He asked. He hadn't seen his little boy since they finished dinner.

Samantha shrugged and tried to kiss him. "He's with the nanny."

Greg evaded her lips and looked at her sharply. "You haven't relieved that woman of her duties for today?"

"I'm tired Greg," She whined. "She can look after him until he falls asleep."

Greg raised an eyebrow at her. "Do you realize that boy is your son? How can you just leave him in the arms of another woman for a whole day when you have nothing doing?"

"For the records, he is our son, not just mine. I didn't make him alone." She said curtly. "And Sydney can be a handful most times, I'm too tired for that tonight."

"And pray tell me what you have been doing today that made you tired?" Greg asked. "Because there is a cook here, cleaners and the security. So tell me what you have been doing that you do not have neither the time nor the strength to take care of a child you gave birth to?"

Well she was tired because she had been out since morning with her lover and they had thoroughly and severally performed the bed exercise and she had only returned few hours before he came home from work.

She rolled her eyes instead. "I've been in the house taking care of him. With the way you're sounding babe, it would seem as if I don't care about our child."

"Well that's what you're making it look like!" Greg said curtly. "Syd is our son but sometimes you act as though you're not even his mother!"

"Okay okay, I'm going to get him!" She shrieked.

She slid out of the bed and stormed out of the room murmuring incoherent words then slammed the door in her wake.

Greg shook his head. Samantha was doing a very poor job at being a mother.
Sometimes he wondered whether her pregnancy had been a mistake,  because she wasn't ready to be a mother at all.

He sighed.

She was nothing like Laura West.

Despite being a young working single mother, one could never doubt the show of love and attention that the young woman showered on her son.

During working hours, according to Levi, she would always call her friend who was babysitting the boy, on video call just to see her son. The boy was always in her thoughts.
And after working hours were over, she wouldn't wait to get home so she could see him.

Now that was motherly love.

He had also seen the reflection of her love for her son at the time that he fell sick and was taken to the hospital.
He had seen the extreme worry on her face when she thought he wasn't watching and the agony that she was going through knowing that she couldn't be with her son at the hospital when he needed her most, because of her job.