I gently squeezed his sharp nose. I smiled when his sharp nose crinkled. I shook my head and laughed softly because of how he gently held my hand before he removed it too. I kissed that then I left him still asleep in our bed.
When I left the room with my husband and I, the door on the other side opened and I took big steps to approach that side.
"Baby..." I muttered softly when I saw my three year old son. He just woke up. Her long hair is messy and she is still cute as she rubs her eyes.
He immediately separated from us because he is a big boy so he sleeps in his room but there are times when he also sleeps with us.
"Mommy?" he called me sleepy.
"Good morning, baby. How's your sleep, son?" I aksed him and quickly promised him. He wrapped his small arm around my neck and rested his head on my shoulder.
"Fine..." he simply answered me. He was even sleepy because his voice and aura were not in the mood. I rubbed his back then I started to go down from the stairs.
Lucas and I have been married for four years, Eberjey Lucas Villanueva is his full name and Louie Zhi is our eldest son.
My husband is a business tycoon and he now runs their company that manufactures materials for the construction of buildings and houses. He also became an investor in companies owned by his close friends.
I am also a professor at Albison College University. I finished my course at Stanford University and my Master in Degree.
I grew up in the States but I was also born in this country and I chose to teach in Albison. My parents are here. Lucas and I only met in the States and he first offered me to live in the Philippines for good, and I agree. That was time we became.
I also don't want to be away from my family. My dad just wanted me to study abroad because all my siblings also chose to study there.
We have five siblings and I am the eldest, followed by Sander, who is only one year apart. Clover, Ishie, they are three years apart and our youngest brother is Zynder, he is only ten years old now.
My parents are not strict so they don't control us in the things we want. So when I said that I wanted to teach they immediately agreed. Because what we want to achieve in life is our own decision and they will not be an obstacle for our dream.
Not all parents are like them. Children are often pressured by their parents being strict and controlling them. They prefer to be followed because they know what is best for their children. But they didn't ask if that was what their children wanted? Is that what their hearts are crying out for?
We can't stop someone's dream, even your own child. Especially if you have your own mind, decision and stance in life.
"Mommy?" I heard Louie Zhi calling me again.
We got to the kitchen and I carefully put her down in the highchair. I first adjusted his sitting position so he wouldn't fall.
"What do you want, baby? Fresh milk or warm milk?" I asked him. Sometimes he wants cold milk.
"Hot milk, 'My..." he replied, still having trouble pronouncing it. I nodded my head and planted a soft kiss on the top of his head before I approached the fridge to prepare his milk.
I opened it and took the fresh milk to heat it up. I smiled at my son when our eyes met. His eyes were wide, silently watching my every move. His arm was on the island table and turned it into a pillow.
My son, Louie Zhi. He got more of my physical appearance. He looks a lot more like me than his daddy, who only got him with his eyes and his demeanor, which is a bit quiet, snobbish and stuck up. He smiled at me.
"I will cook our breakfast first while we were waiting for your milk to heat up, right LZ?" I said softly to him. LZ is the nickname given to him by his daddy, he likes it anyway.
"It's okay, 'My..." he answered and I laughed when he yawned.
"Are you still sleepy?" I asked him.
"A little bit, but I'm really awake," he panted.
I opened the rice cooker because I knew there was some rice left in there to make my sangagang. We have maids here but they only move about their work when we give orders.
If I'm not too busy, I cook for our breakfast and dinner. It was only during lunch time because I was at university at that time. LZ is sometimes left at our mansion with his babysitter.
But I often take him with me. So my students have fun with him. She would come home to us with red cheeks and lipstick smeared all over her cheeks. He won't complain but he immediately thinks badly of people who want to stop him but when it comes to his father. He reports.
He would just tell her, "That's how handsome he is. It's confusing." I just couldn't get enough because of his arrogant and airy Daddy Lucas.
My son smiled at me, he moved his eyebrows up and down. What a silly kid, his attitude, inherited from his father.
The heater rang while I was frying the rice that I added two eggs to. I turned off the stove first and poured milk into a glass.
That litte cup by LZ has cartoon characters on it. His favorite anime. I approached him and gave him his milk.
"Do you want it in your feeding bottle, LZ?" I asked smiling. His muzzle got longer because of that.
"I'm a big boy now, 'My," he reasoned out. I laughed at him and kissed his cheek before I returned to my cooking.
I finished what I was going to cook, fried rice with egg, hotdog that my brother loves to eat, beef tapa and pancit canton. Juice and coffee that is still steaming because of its heat.
'Just as I had served on the table, I first saw LZ chewing on a hot dog. I held both of my waists. He took one bite after another and he had finished two pieces of it only then he noticed my presence.
"Oops!" he exclaimed and even covered his mouth when he realized that I had caught him. I just laughed because of his naughty child.
"It's okay, honey. Eat well and I'll just call your Dad," I told him. He shook his head and he pointed his little finger on my back.
"'Dy is here. Come on, 'Dy. I'm so hungry," he said with a snort and I turned my back.
It turned out that my husband was standing at the door while leaning on it. His hand is just crossed on his chest and he has a smile on his face as he watches my mother and me. He was wearing only a plane dark blue shirt and black pajamas. She hasn't bathed yet but she looks fresh.
He smiled at me and started walking towards where LZ and I were. He first greeted our son. Tousled her hair after kissing the top of her head.
"Good morning, kiddo. You're already sneaking three hotdogs without Mommy noticing, ah," he said teasingly. The boy quickly protested.
"Dy, I only ate the two not three hotdogs," he defensively said and shook his head repeatedly.
"LZ, what about the three you were holding right now? Isn't that three?" he asked with a smile.
"But 'Dy, I didn't eat yet. I was just holding this..." Lucas just laughed because of his son's excuse.
"Where's my fist bump, little bud?" he asked and carefully raised his clenched fist. LZ's muzzle no longer squinted and he just gently pressed his small fist. His smile is still sweet. He is very happy when they do that.
"Oh, that's my boy," he said and put her hair back in order. After he messed up... Hey...
I turned around to get a pitcher from the fridge when I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist. At the same time he kissed my neck, causing my body hair to stand up and my heart to beat fast. I'm like this, my heart if only he were nearby.
"Good morning, wife. Thank you for the breakfast," he said to me softly. He gently turned me towards him.
"Son, close your eyes," he said and I even saw him quickly cover his eyes. I was about to laugh when my husband quickly grabbed me by the waist, close to him and claimed my lips completely.
His lips moved for a moment and bit my lower lip then he released me. I know he's not satisfied yet, but he can't take it long, especially since LZ is right in front of us.
"Good morning, too," I greeted him back. I reached for her hair and also fixed it that was falling on her forehead.
I could feel his heavy gaze on me but I ignored it. I looked down at his thick eyebrows, at his eyes that could see the twinkle and different emotions that he also often showed me. Down to his sharp nose and his lips with the corner slightly rising.
I only stopped looking at him when he caressed my cheek.
"I love you," he said sincerely.
"I love you too," I said and planted a light kiss on my forehead.
"I love you, too, Miss." We both laughed because of LZ's reply. "But I wanna eat now," he added.
Lucas pulled me away when I pointed to our refrigerator. "I'll just get a pitcher, hon," I told him. He shook his head.
"Just sit down and I'll take it," he said and I just let him.
I sat next to LZ and I spooned him some fried rice. He himself took many hotdogs from his plate. That's five. Her milk is half as well.
Lucas came back and sat down next to our son. So we have LZ in the middle.
As is his habit, I was the first one he scooped up rice on his plate.
"Thanks, hon," I said to which he just smiled.
"You're always welcome, wife," he said. I brought the cup of coffee closer to his plate. It was water for LZ who also quickly reached out and asked her Daddy to drink it.