My Fiesty Kitten

CHAPTER 14

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THARN'S POV :

" Stay there "

After saying that he closed the door & came outside in just five minutes.

" Why are you here? What do you want now? " He said with no expressions.

His eyes widened when I asked him.
" Type .... Why did you lie that you're married? "

" I .... I'm married " He stuttered & looked away. He always does that when he is lying.

" Then tell me who is your husband? " I asked him while trying not to laugh.

" Huh? .... " He gulped audibly. He was nervous.

" Tell me? Who is your husband? What he does? " I asked again walking towards him.

" Ahh .... H ... He is not here. He doesn't work here. He works outside the states " He again looked away.

" Ohh ... Why do I feel like you're lying? " I closed the remaining distance between us & trapped him in between me and a dining table.

" What are you doing? Get away from me? I .... I'm married " he again repeated.

" Really? Then why are you not looking in my eyes while saying this? " I asked him.

" I even have a 8 months baby " He looked at me straight in the eye & said adamantly. Ahh my Fiesty Kitten.

I went near his ears, my lips almost touching his ears.

" Ohh ... Isn't that my child? " I whispered in his ears and he immediately pushed me hard.

" Noooo ..... That's my baby. N...not yours " He snapped at me.

" Mmm really. Didn't you tell me he is of eight months? So according to my calculations you were in relationship with me when you got pregnant? " I gave a suggestive smirk to him making him panic.

" N...no ... I was never pregnant. I .... I adopted him with my husband " He rambled.

" Stop lying Type " I tried to hold him but he harshly swatted my hands away.

" Nooo .... Get out of my house now. Get out " he harshly pushed me making me stumble back coz I was not ready for it.

But when he again pushed me. I held both of his hands & pulled him closer as I pinned his both hands behind his back with my left hand and held his face with right one forcing him to look at me.

I leaned towards him but he avoided my kiss.

" Calm down baby " I rubbed my nose on his cheeks and neck.

" Nooo ... Leave me & GET OUTTTT " he screamed and thrashed. I tightnened my hold on him making him wince a little.

" I won't. Calm down or you'll hurt yourself " but he didn't stop.

" Let me gooooo "

" Come back to me Type & I'll forget everything " I tried to pursue him but he looked at me furiously.

" Noo... I have already moved on " He said directly looking in my eyes.

" TYPEEEEE " I shouted at him & held him tight. I'm not letting him even move.

" Y.... You're hurting me Tharn " His voice croaked as tears welled up in his big black bambi eyes.

I loosened my hold and was about to comfort him but the door creaking sound made me look at his direction.

" D.... Dada " There stood a 8 month old baby with confused face which immediately turned into a cute frown.

' Dada ' he called Type Dada. My baby can walk and even speak Dada just in 8 months.

" Mumma " he wobbled towards us with his tiny feets.

" Christian .... How? .... Baby how did you got down from bed ? " Type took the advantage of my loosened hold onto him and strode towords the baby. OUR BABY.

He looks like me. Just like me. Oh God.

he looked at me as Type picked him up.
" Dada " he made grabby hands for me. Did he just called me Dada?

He already told our baby that I'm his Dad. Oh God. I'm so happy today. I just wanted to scream how happy I am.

God. I don't know how & when but I was crying already.

I was about to get him but Type took a step back making my heart break.

" T.... Type ... Let .... Let me hold him " I asked and bit my lips not wanting to cry more.

He stayed silent but didn't give permission too. I went near them, leaned towards my child and pecked his cheeks making him smile. He is so small and soft.

He grabbed my face with his tiny hands and placed his lips on my nose and eyes making me laugh a little.

I looked at Type. He was looking at his feet. I lifted his chin to look at his face and held his nape.

He way crying.

" Come back to me baby " I asked him and placed my forehead in his.

" Never " he swatted my hands and got out of my hold by pushing me slightly.

" Type !!!! But why? You're not married. You tell everyone you're married that means you don't want anyone in your life. Then why not? Come back to me baby " I asked him shocked.

" No " He replied and was about to get away from me but I pulled him towards me holding him by his waist.

" We have a child together Type and I'm not letting you go away with him. I want him " I stated firmly.

" He is my child. I kept him in my womb for 9 months. You're no one to him " He snapped at me.

" Oh really? " I sarcastically laughed at his comment and look at my confused child. " Who am I Chris? Tell Mumma I am your Dad. Call me Dad " I cooed him brushing my nose with his.

He immediately smiled tilted his head and said " Dada "

I pecked his nose making him giggle " Aww my baby " I lowered my right hand feeling his bare thighs. He wriggled at my touch but I held him tight by his a*s with my left hand.

" See even he knows I am his Dad " I whispered in his ears " if you don't remember me being the sp*rm donor then I'm always up for it " I said giving a gentle squeeze to his a*s and thigh.

He shot me a glare. The look in his eyes made me gulp. He was mad. He was d*mm mad and I knew when he is like this. He is my Type after. I have been with him for almost two and half years.

" Do not come closer to me ever. You can still meet Christian but I'll never be yours again " he got out of my hold & went inside the room. My child in his embrace just gave me confused frown while his Mumma took him inside.

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