MY Yellow

CHAP - 11

Olivia's pov

Days passed by, and today was just another typical day in my life.

I woke up, showered, made breakfast, woke the kids, ate with them, got them ready, and got myself ready too.

We walked to my dance institute. It's our little warm-up every morning.

We reached about thirty minutes early, so I decided to do a quick warm-up dance before the students arrived.

By the time I finished, I heard someone clapping behind me.

I turned around to see Owen. My eyes widened a little in surprise.

I glanced at my kids—Ocean squealed and ran straight to him, while River grunted under his breath.

Owen came toward me with Ocean on his hip. She was playing with his hair, and he looked at me with an amused smile.

"Hiii, Owen... what brings you here?" I asked.

"Mom," he sighed dramatically. "She told me I should start learning dance. Why? I don't know. She said she always wanted to see her child dance before she even got pregnant with me, but then apparently I came out as a man, and my dad didn't let her put me in dance classes, and—" He kept rambling and honestly, I didn't catch half of it, but judging by the story, it was definitely Old Lani's doing.

I chuckled. "I understand. We all know how stubborn she can be."

"So... when do I start?"

"You can start today, but you'll have to change into something comfortable," I said, eyeing his suit.

"What's wrong with this?"

"Well... if you stretch your legs a little too far, your pants will rip. And dancing in a suit isn't exactly comfortable." I shrugged, trying to be polite.

He sighed, nodded, and walked out to change. Meanwhile, all the students arrived.

Owen's POV

After my meetings were over, I went home. It was only 10:00 a.m.—three whole hours to kill before the next meeting. I went straight to the kitchen, dug through the cabinets and found my treasure.

Pringles.

Yes, I have a lot of flings, but I'm still single as a Pringle.

I flopped onto the couch, put my legs over the armrest, opened my Pringles, turned on the TV, and started watching movies.

Then BAM.

Something hard hit my head and I fell right off the couch. My Pringles spilled everywhere like confetti at a funeral.

I looked up.

Mom.

Of course.

"Do something productive, you idiot!" she yelled. "Eating junk food that was meant for Ocean and River?! You're useless!"

"Didn't win the prize?" I asked.

She sighed dramatically and nodded. Her favorite group must've lost in the finale of that dance show she's obsessed with.

Then she suddenly grinned.

Oh no.

"Son... my handsome little son," she said sweetly. "Even before I was pregnant, I dreamed of making my child a dancer. But I got kicked out when you turned 13 and your father refused to let you dance. Now you're grown. You can go to Olivia's dance institute."