"Mama, memem. Mama memem!"
I messed Yul's hair, my three years old son who is cheering me while I'm making his milk. He is always like this instead of crying while I'm making his milk, he will cheer me as if we are in a contest.
"Here." I give him his bottle then I carry him in my arms carefully. I sit on the couch and let him have his milk so that he can sleep already.
I love my son. He is now my reason of living. But I'm scared.
For three years, we are living peacefully. I'm working as a virtual assistant for a certain company. My salary there is not huge but enough to give us a comfortable life.
I raise Yul alone. I tried to hide. I tried to hide Yul also. But as they said, no secret will remain in the dark forever.
I can feel it. Our peaceful life will soon end. Meeting Yul's father is the least thing I want to happen.
Now, I don't what to do. Should I hide again. Should we hide again? But where? Where in this world should I hide?
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Hiding The Alpha's Son
General FictionI like him. No. I love him. I took the chance to sleep with him even for a night. I want to experience his touch, his warm hug, everything. Then, I got pregnant unepectedly. I have his child in my tummy. But he can't remember me at all. It's the ru...
