The lady and the tramp.
If Daisy's life was a Facebook relationship status at best it'd be complicated! She meets Marshall by chance one day and he throws her ordered life into chaos by falling head over heels for her.
Lady Daisy Greville keeps man...
I check my dress in the mirror and smile, it's Ronnie's fourth birthday and the whole family have gathered for his party.
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Marcus is outside shouting my son's name
"Ronnie Mather's, you better get your cute little butt here right now?"
I cringe because I know what's going to come out of my son's mouth in reply, I watch out of the window as Ronnie stops running and turns to face Marcus, hands on hips, little chubby legs planted firmly and standing his ground he shouts
"You will address me as Lord Mather's!"
in his cute mix match of an accent, it's an interesting combination of British and American and confuses the hell out of me, as I watch him turn and run again I notice Marshall watching from behind a tree, laughing so hard he's having to hold his hand over his mouth! until he spots me watching him, arms crossed and eyebrow raised, he knows he's in trouble because he stops laughing immediately and I know it was him who taught Ronnie to tell everyone that he was Lord Mather's. Ronnie idolizes his father.
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Unfortunately Ronnie runs into his Uncle Rohan who scoops him up dangling him upside down, Ronnie giggles as Ro spins him around until he says he's going to be sick. I walk out and over to them, Ronnie holds his arms out wanting me to pick him up which I shouldn't because he's been naughty but I can't help myself and scoop him up
"Baby why are you terrorising Uncle Marcus?" he looks me square in the eyes just like his dad and then he drops Marshall in it
"Daddy taught me how to tie my laces, he told me to tie his shoe laces together so I did and he fell over"
My baby shrieks with laughter and pushes down out of my arms and runs off to his father who high fives him. I'm trying to raise a nice, kind well mannered boy and Marshall does his level best to undo my efforts. Ronnie looks like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth but in reality he was a terror. They walk over to me, I can't help but grin at Marshall, he looks sexy in his tight white tee and jeans and I want to ravish him.
"Mummy, daddy says he's the boss of you" I look at Marshall and he has the decency to look nervous "Does he now baby!" He nods and runs off.
