My Fiesty Kitten

CHAPTER 25

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THARN'S POV :

I saw Type was stressed about something but I didn't ask him. It's not like he'll tell me anyway.

Next day we went to office and took Chris too coz Type doesn't like to leave him with a stranger and I don't too.

It was near the lunch time when Type entered my office.

" I ... I'll feed him " He told me and took our blabbering son inside our room.

He came back after 15 minutes and again placed my frowning son on the carpeted floor who was trying to cling onto his Mummaa.

" Mummmaaa "

" Shut up. Brat " Type bit his cheek and left my office.

Weird.

I thought he'll be back for lunch but that day he didn't. When I enquired about him.

They said he left the office as soon as lunch time started.

I told his manager to call me the moment he entered the office.

Where did he go?

I waited for him and it's been three hours already but still he was not here.

Even Chris started calling for him.

" Mumma " I took my sad baby in my arms. I checked his diaper and changes it.

He was continuously asking for Type. He must be hungry. I tried feeding him some fruits but as I tried he started crying.

" Mimmiii " he screamed and fat tears rolled down on his chubby cheeks.

" Noo. Chris. Mumma will be here " I rocked him, trying to stop his cries.

But no. He kept crying. I remember the day when I took him from Type and he was continuously crying and asking for his Mumma.

Seeing him like this breaks my heart.

I took out my phone and showed Type's picture to him. It was from the college.

" See. Mumma " I gave my phone to my wailing son.

He stopped for a second and again cried loudly chanting ' Mumma ... Mumma '

Then the door of my office open and a panting Type entered.

" Oh. I'm sorry "

" Mummaa " Chris screamed as soon as he heard and saw Type.

" Yes, baby " Type took Chris from me who cried loudly clutching onto his shirt.

Type cooed Chris and took him inside our room. I followed him only to find my son sitting in bed and Type was trying to pacify him but he was just clutching onto him.

" I'll take a quick bath Tian " Type tried again but Chris just snuggled closer to him.

( A/N : It's really important to clean yourself before you breastfeed you baby coz they have very low immunity and can easily get infected )

" Brat " Type huffed and took him inside the bathroom too.

' Lucky little button ' only if you're not my son.... I tried to control my jealousy.