That Doctor Is Mine

Charolotte Russe

Caramel cream

That’s all I ordered because there are only four of us to eat. It’s up to you how you read it, as long as I just show it to the waiter. Hahaha!

“Wow, mommy. Cakeeee!” My son said happily when the dishes I ordered were served.

“Yes baby, it’s all yours later as long as you eat rice first ah. Yo —”

“Yes, mommy.” My son cut to what I was going to say and grabbed his favorite lobster.

“I’m really sorry, I’m not al —”

“You don’t have to say sorry Aunt Marissa. Not even taking care of my child is enough for me.” I smiled and said to Ate Marissa.

“Thanks for this ija. It’s delicious.” He said more and savored the food he was eating.

When we finished eating, mama went home first because she was supposed to watch over papa.

Not that mama doesn’t know business. In fact, she’s a graduate of Business Administration, I just don’t know why she gave me the business, she can.

But I understand, maybe he just prefers to watch papa.

So, my daughter and nanny Marissa and I just went for a walk at the mall. Either we are on the playstation or in the bookstore. That’s where my son goes. But I also went shopping with my sister Marissa.

Kent’s POV,

Earlier I was stunned by the absence. I will never forget what my friend said.

“Bro, I heard from Mr. Hinirochi that your ex is said to be in charge of their company. He’s great bro.”

I frowned at what he said.

Who’s ex?

“Nikita!” He said as he rested both hands on my desk.

My eyes widened at what he said. Is he home yet?NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

For 5 years that I had no news of him in the States, my heart seemed to be pounding at the news.

She’s here.

I also cringed at the thought of that.

What about me?

She can no longer be mine.

But can I still see her?

I want to see her.

I want to talk to her.

I want to say sorry for hurting her.

But what about him?

Is he still sorry for me, knowing that he already has someone else?

Nikita’s POV,

“There you go baby. Take care and don’t scold the teacher.” I will leave it to my son. I was the one who delivered him because I was still in at eight o’clock so I took my son with me.

“I will, Mommy. Don’t over-stressed yourself on work, Mommy.” My son said.

“Yes baby.” I said and kissed him on the cheek. He also kissed me on the cheek.

“Bye, Mommy. Take care and I love you.” He said then turned around carrying his stroller.

“I love you too.” I answered and waved at him as well.

I looked around me. Many mothers just sit on the bench near their room to watch their children.

I think their children are also between the ages of five and seven because they still need to be watched. But in the case of my son, who will be turning six this February 14, I am no longer watching him. Kindergarten is just what I have to watch, but my child is not naughty.

When he’s not doing anything, either books or video games and holding that. That’s probably the advantage of raising him in America, because it’s not difficult to teach him English words. So then, I teach Filipino.

When he disappeared from my sight I turned around and got in my car.

“Good morning, Ma’am.” Our guard greeted me when I arrived at the office.

“Good morning too.” I also felt back then he smiled.

“Good morning, Ma’am. We heard, it was your birthday yesterday. Happy Birthday Ma’am.” Another of my employees greeted me.

“Ah, yes hahaha. Thank you. Just eat later at the canteen. I still have a budget.” I laugh at what my employees say.

“Really, Ma’am. Thank you Ma’am. You’re really smart.” Another employee said.

“Sussss, hahahah. Thank you ssalamat.” I just said and walked to my office. Many more greeted me.

“Good morning, Ma’am. Belated Happy Birthday,” my incoming secretary greeted me as I sat in the office.

“Thanks. What’s my schedule for today?” I asked him. He looked at the checkboard he was holding.

“Today, nothing. You still have a meeting with the investors.” He says.