The Possessive Mafia Babies (Unedited)

Chapter 63

ALLESTAIR MYSTIE POV

Kumpleto kaming anim ng mga anak ko pati na si Cayen sa hapag, she was serving us foods at ng matapos ay umupo na din para kumain.
As I said, she was like a sister to me, wala ng iba sa amin so we treat her as part of the family. My kids were calling her tita mommy and I didn’t mind about it, iyon ang gusto niya kayat hinayaan ko nalang.

Sanay na ang mga anak ko na sabay sabay kaming kumakain ng maaga pwera nalang kapag tanghalian dahil may trabaho ako at sila naman ay nasa school, Cayen was with them all the time kaya kampante ako sa trabaho.

We were eating in silent and the kids were enjoying their food when Kindler suddenly ask all of a sudden.

“Mom, when is daddy going to visit us again?” He innocently asked, his eyes were shining expecting for some good news.
Pero nagtaka ako bigla. Daddy?

“Sinong daddy baby?” Nagtataka man ay pa-sweet pa din akong nagtanong. Hindi naman siguro…..

“It’s daddy Klein mommy.” He happily replied,

Bigla ay parang nabunutan ako ng tinik sa lalamunan, ninerbyus ako salitang daddy. Sa pagkaka-alam ko naman ay wala silang tinatawag na daddy.

“Shshh Kindler, daddy said we should only call her that when mommy’s not around.” Bulong ni Killen na rinig na rinig ko naman.

Nangunot bigla ang noo ko ng marinig iyon,

“I already told you to not call Klein daddy, you should call him tito not daddy kiddos.” Seryosong saad ko saka sila tinignan isa-isa.

The two, which is Kindler and Kion bow their head as if they are guilty. While the other two, which is Killen and Killa act as if nothing.

“kahit na sinabi  niyang tawagin niyo siyang daddy ay wag niyong gawin. Tito lang dapat.” Ani ko sa mga ito.

Hindi naman sa kinokontra ko sila, Klein is a good man naman but I won’t let my kids ruin her dates again. Isa pa binata ito at baka dahilan pa ang mga anak ko kapag hindi siya nakapag-asawa dahil pagkamalang may mga anak na. I am not that selfish, and also, when the time has come and my son will completely understand everything, I would tell them about their father, hindi lang muna ngayon. Ayokong guluhin ang mga batang isip nila sa problema naming dalawa ni King. I am willing to wait for that very perfect moment.

“Why not mom?” Killa ask all of a sudden, wearing his cold and emotionless look. Like father like son talaga e.

Naputol ako sa pagmumuni dahil sa boses nito.

“Its because he is not your daddy. And again Killa, stop that look, I hate it.” Banta ko rito, cool naman sa paningin ko ang anak ko tuwing nagiging malamig siya katulad ng tatay niya, but I want to raise him like the other kid who enjoyed their childhood for having lots of friends, mga kapatid niya lang ang barkada niya dahil sa kakaganyan niya, hindi naman sa ayaw ko pero kasi iba pa din yung marami kang kaibigan. Mas masaya kapag maraming kasama.
Since nagka-isip ang anak ko ganyan na siya, and Im afraid he would grow cold kaya sinasanay ko siya’t pinagsasabihan na iwasan ang ganoon pero makulit pa din, inborn na talaga.

“But daddy insisted it mom.” Pilit naman ni Killen na katulad na katulad din ng kuya niya, he is cold but as sweet as sunshine whenever he is with us.

“Kahit na mga anak. Remember when tito Klein has a date and you approached him and called him daddy, the girl broke up with him and whose fault is that?” saad ko pa bago sumubo. They went on silent at the moment but seconds later.

“But mommy, that’s not our fault, Daddy….. I-I mean tito Klein texted us and said to meet us at that restaurant, so to conclude it, its basically his fault. He planned it, I think.” He again, protested.