Skye without Claude ........(mpreg) ManxMan

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PAST...

SKYE.

I sat outside under a tree as I ate my lunch, I am what you you call a loner the background picture who hardly gets noticed. My high school was shared into ranks ranging from the popular kids, the richest kids, nerds, gothic kids, black kids, many more. I didn't join the ranking because there was no place for a would like me, I hated trying to fit in like why do I need to change myself just because someone else can't take the fact that you are better than them.
The sun wasn't that high up in the sky and today was A little bit windy, I sketch out an all too familiar face the one I have always had a crush on since I moved here when I was fourteen and now I am seventeen. His name is Claude Chevalier the nicest and funniest guy I have ever had the chance to come across, he was the first to speak to me when I arrived as the new kid in school. I could remember his smile and his cool words but I couldn't talk to him after that day because his sister always hated me and showed me how disgusting she thought I was looking, she is really pretty but with a dirty attitude. My twin sister Sasha always had a word for her when ever she insulted me.
My sister Sasha is the only one in my family that defends me without asking if I was at fault or not, she had her friends but most times she seats outside with me to eat lunch. I love her so much, she made me realize my writing skills and my art skills as she claims my writing was always a gate way to the mind of a lost soul.
I smiled sadly at the sketch that looked like Claude, I haven't said anything to him since my first day here. I knew he has forgotten my existence just like everyone else and I am not even not shocked, at least it keeps me safe from bullies.

PRESENT.
I looked at the ceiling of my room as Sasha laid beside me saying she won't leave me even though I try to chase her away that she would try to make up for lost time, she was fast asleep an hour after we came home make making it three hours since we returned from the charity ball.
I kept playing back to what happened during the auction process it made me feel whole like I was complete. During the auction Claude's son began to cry causing a distraction as the maid panicked from the glare Martha was giving her as she rushed out with the boy, as the maid left the hall everything well back to normal except Claude's worried expression as Martha looks like she had better things to do than worry about her own child. What a monster she is, do she think she should be called a mother. Ten minutes had passed but the maid was yet to return with the child and I became worried, I don't know why I was worried but my motherly instinct kicked in as I stood up slowly then walked out also know Sasha was following me.
Outside the hall I could still hear the child crying as the maid sang though her voice was shaking like she was about to cry, I followed the voice to the ball room that was now empty only to see her rocking the boy from side to side as he cheeks looked wet. I was about to walk towards them when Sasha held my arm.
" are you sure you want to do that?" She whispered, I understood why she asked but I smiled and nodded before she let me go to them while walking behind me.
The maid looked at in shock as I smiled warmly at her then I signed while Sasha interpreted.
"She said could she try to calm him?" The maid looked at me then Sasha to see if we were a threat but when she didn't feel any danger she handed him over.
I carried the crying boy and laid his head on my chest, he became quiet as he sucked on his thumb. Rocking him from side to side it felt like it was only the two of us in the ball room. He finally raised his head and looked up at me, his eyes were almost like mine but darker and it had a spark in them. With a wide grin he hugged me tight then said he words I always missed hearing.
"Mama" well he sounded mature to be two or three years old. A gasp from the maid snapped me out of my thought as I finally noticed I was crying, the little boy kept his tight grip on my neck as looked at the faces of the maid and Sasha.
Arching my brow the maid finally spoke.
"He don't speak, I mean he hasn't said anything since I started working as his nanny three years ago"
"What do you mean" Sasha asked on my behalf
"He is five years old and from what the other servants of the house tell me, they said he only cries and doesn't talk except when his father is there whenever the mother comes he stops talking and starts crying"
"He is five? Why is he so small? What is his name?" Sasha said as I focused on the child in my arms.
" his name is Matthew, He doesn't eat much except when his dad feeds him and his mother is so materialistic that her son seems to have faded from her sight" she said with an irritated look at the thought of Martha .
"Mama I hungwy " he said as I smiled before looking at the maid who rushed to bring out a plate filled with sandwich, peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
He was eating as he played with my hair happily, he wanted me to feed him and I did and soon as he drank his smoothie he was fast asleep. It was time for the auction to be over and I needed to leave here so I handed him over to the nanny and we bid her good bye as we walked out of the entire building as I felt happy even if it was for 50 minutes.
"Something isn't right Skye" Sasha said but I just ignored her, right now I needed to sleep.

I yawned finally feeling tired and I went into a deep slumber the one I haven't had for the past five years of my life.

HEY LOVELIES,
THANKS FOR THE VOTES ON MY PREVIOUS BOOK AND THIS ONGOING ONE.
WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK OF MARTHA
WHAT DO GUYS THINK OF MATT CALLING SKYE HIS MOTHER....
REMEMBER TO VOTE AND COMMENT....
LOVE YOU GUYS. THE PICTURE ABOUT IS HOW I PICTURE MATT TO BE BUT IMAGINE HIM WITH MISMATCH EYES.
DAPHNE OUT.