"Bahaha!!!" Sov has lost all manners, hitting the table. I think she's comfortable with me around, but she's been pointing the heck out of Aslan since he arrived.
"The bed hair! The bed hair, I can't!" She's wiping tears at this point. El came back after he had used the bathroom, worried for his mom.
"Mom's gone weird again. Call Dad?" He peeks his head out, directing the question to his uncle, aka Aslan. Sov sniffed, holding the laugh in so hard. I'm still taken aback.
I guess this is a common chaotic ground.
"Mom's fine, baby. Bahah...I'm so..hahahah!! El, baby, let's go to daddy." Sov excused herself. The last of her I saw was her hand, waving me goodbye only because she couldn't word them. Her excuse? Because she's unable to surpass the laughter she no matter what.
Not really an excuse to be honest.
However, before her departure, in between the moments, she mentioned how happy she was that Aslan had gotten the longest sleep since forever!
Aslan just stood there, uncomfortable but somehow also looking unbothered. He had paid no mind to the chaos...also barely minding me. I followed his eyes and saw him staring at the sea, passing the fences. It's a beautiful sight; I was startled away from the view when he shifted to sit in the seat facing me.
Awkwardly I looked around to the other seats and saw them empty. No one was around but housekeeper who goes and comes, setting the new 'guest' his food and plates.
"Do I make you uncomfortable?" He asked, grabbing his utensils and taking clean bites without betting me a glance. I give an awkward smile, what do I have to complain about?
I'm so excited and trembling inside because Baby's Daddy is literally in front of me, eating. I wish I could take screenshots from my eyes and file to memory. Despite that, that I'm feeling, I'm just guilty since his son kept on crying his cute round shiny eyes out but only calms down when I'm near.
Only calms down when I hold him...Why?
"Never! I just feel unfit. It's beautiful here..." I look around and to the sea. It's true.
He nods, eating and minding his own business at this point.
He was concerneddddddd!
My mind started to not give a fuck anymore, minding it's own business as my body was in controlled of my bran's obedience; kicking it's leg around as the brain sang a song to keep it within rhythm..lala..lalaaa..lala..la..lalaa
I don't know how much I've been staring, but unless I'm in a dream too, Baby's Daddy is staring back at me with his spoon in the middle of being fed into his mouth but it's just in the air, filled with soup.
"Have I, in any way made you uncomfortable enough for you to kick me?" Aslan stares at me deep enough, enough to make my soul hear every echo of that voice. He didn't make any changes to how he said it but the expression, so cold, shiveres an echo to the words.
"What.." I feel my foot going forward and kicking something soft and boney.
"Oh gosh, my apologies! I'll excuse myself, I hope I didn't ruin your morning...Uh- ah, even...LUNCH! I hope I didn't ruin your lu-...evening...Afternoon! Excuse me!" I jerk away from the chair, ran off but came back in shame with my head down to put the chair away before walking off in more shame. I had taken some glances at him...he didn't bother to look at my chaotic behavior.
I don't want to leave...I finally had alone time with him. Joell, you bitch!
"You're a guest, whether invited or not, you've ate too less for appreciation. It's a waste to leave so much leftover, they're not always saved for later." I sartle into a halt, confused what he's asking of me.
Does he want me to eat everything off the table like a pig? I look back. He's looking at me, expressionless.
"The homeless community will very much appreciate such high quality food. It won't be put to waste but fill an empty stomach that hasn't ate for who-knows-how-long." I faked a smile, my brain as calm as the passing sea. I excused myself off, muttering displeasing stuff, the fault of my own mood.
Joell! You and your stinky yapping mouth! You should've shut your mouth, he probably didn't even mean it like that. Well, I'm also not wrong though, homeless people will enjoy the food 'till their stomach burst.
"Oh. Good evening." I greet the housekeeper who's walking upstairs, as I am, with a tray of warm milk in a baby's bottle.
"Good indeed, dear. It's of by a miracle, you had come to our lives with peace." She smiles at me warmly like she didn't just spoke to me, assuming I'd understand what she just said.
"Excuse me?" I blurted after a second, offering to take the tray but she nearly slapped my hand away, smiling afterwards. "Well," she looks up the stairs as we continue to walk.
"Ever since the tragic incident of Esden's mother passing, the house has never been left alone in peace, whether within their heart or ears. The poor child cries for the moon and makes everyone uneasy, no one could reach him, reach what he yearns for."
I want to ask about the mother but she shifts her expressions clean and happy, looking towards me.
"I don't think the moon has ever been closer than when you've arrived in his life." She gives me the softest smile. My heart literally falls and my throat is thumping instead.
"I'll take it from here then..." I stood a step ahead on the floor as she halted a step below, tray being taken from her and into my own hands. I smile back at her and thanked her. I didn't know how to reply to that. I don't know if what she said is believable.
Just when I walk in, Esden, if knowing I've arrived, wakes up and kicks around since he can't yet move much. I walk up to his crib to blow him a kiss, he giggles and goo's as I walk to a table to set the tray down.
Before he cries from me not being in his sight I rush to him and played around with "Peekaboo," and get him out of his crib.
"Who's feeling like a hungry monster? Who?" I put him on the bed that has not been made yet and tickle him around, he responds with kicking around and trying to roll off. I was just about to pick him up with I saw how low his diaper was and how heavy it's been pushed down.
"Did someone poop? Hmmm? " I check his diaper by resting his chin on my shoulder, body pressed on mine, and indeed so, he's taken his business.
"Just in time for yum yum too! I suppose you finished digesting your last yum yum." I looked around and saw a table for baby changing. I picked up the big boy and set him on the changing table, getting him comfortable. Knowing it may take a while because I don't know where the stuff are, I put him back in his crib as I looked for diapers and a change of clothes. He later cries, who knows from being apart or the uncomfortable feeling, perhaps both.
After finding the clothes fast enough, I set them on the changing table and then lay him down as well. In the moment of changing him, he couldn't stop moving around but if you ask, he actually tend to listen a few times. Sooooo cute! I wanna take you, I want you, oh gosh you're so cute!
I pick him back up and gently set him onto the bed, not before lying a thin blanket for him. I get the baby bottle and squeeze the milk onto my hand to make sure it's still the right temperature and begin feeding him. He drank so fast, but was so energetic still.
The house sounded so quiet except for this room, however, my mind did not even drift to anywhere else but Esden. We played and giggled until late, before we knew it.
When I noticed Esden getting sleepy at just the right time; outcome of exhausting the energy out of him with all that kicking and giggles I hear a shift just by the door.
The moment I looked up I was unable to see. Aslan stood so close to my face that only the pattern of his clothes were my sight of view. When he stands up properly after picking Esden up, he puts him to sleep with a kiss, clicking the hanging toys on the crib; the soft music tuning a calm song as it fans.
He didn't mention anything of this evening. I don't remember my anger.
"It's getting late, I'm sorry that we kept you for so long. I'll have someone drive you home." But I don't want to go home. I want to be with you...I want you in the same car space instead.
"I hope it won't be a trouble."
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