The Billionaire's Maid man×boy (reposted)

Chapter 39

Anthony

(after three months)

"Come one, Micah. Go to mommy." I pat the boy's small back. He looks at me with an evil cute smile, shaking his head, disobeying me. I tilt my head with a fake angry expression.

He giggles and plays with the small daisy between his fingers, shaking his head again. I chuckle and steal the flower from his hands. I decide to make a magic trick as I twirl the flower into the air, creating suspense for the child in front of me.

He pouts in boredom, his red chubby cheeks puffing out and his eyelashes fluttering.

I put the flower between my fingers, pointing it away from my palm, hiding it, and then show him my palms.

Micah gasps as he sees my empty hands. He accidentally trips over his feet since he's barely a few years old and doesn't know how to walk correctly yet.

He balances himself, "W-Whewre is it?" He stutters and I chuckle at his constant stuttering problem. I don't know it it's because of the young age or if it's a permanent problem, but he's too little for us to bring him to a doctor and find out.

I look around, the wind blowing my hair. I rub my chin, pretending that I'm looking for the flower.

And then suddenly I twirl my hand like a magician and place the flower that was between my fingers over Micah's ear. It's mostly covered by his soft, light curls, but the top of the daisy is still cutely peaking out, caressing his chubby cheeks.

He reaches his small, round hand to touch the side of his face, and when he feels the petals he giggles and throws himself into my arms.

Lucas probably hears the noises coming from us since he comes running, a bouquet of wild flowers between his arms.

The shirt is flowing through the air, slipping off his shoulder. That's what he gets from stealing my shirts and wearing them all the time. And he also only wears shorts underneath, exposing his bare legs to all bugs and insects. When he complains about the bites and itches on his legs at night, I only tease him for his clothing choice.

But he still keeps wearing them.

He runs to me and I place Micah in front of me on the grass, making place so that Lucas can jump into my lap instead.

Micah continues playing with the flowers Lucas brought as I focus on my lover, rubbing his hip and waist as his head buries in my shoulder.

"You were doing magic tricks?" He asks, looking up at me with those blue eyes of his.

I nod, kissing his nose.

I enjoy the warmth of Lucas combined with the warmth of the sun above us as his hands start playing with my hair. It has a few strands that are slowly turning grey, but Lucas never fails to remind me how that turns him on. That, and my beard that's it a bit longer than the stubble I had years ago when we first met.

7 years ago.

7 years of love, pain, boredom, fights and sex.

I smirk against his hair that I have my face buried in. We're on top of a hill, lunch is coming soon, but none of us have any intention of leaving.

Lucas' obsession with wildflowers and nature brings us here almost every day. In time, Micah caught this obsession too. What did I expect, it's like they're the same person.

We stay cuddled for a few more minutes, enjoying the sound of chirping birds and watching butterflied claim their flowers.

"Mama? I wanna make crowns again." Micah wails and tugs at Lucas ears, a habit of his.