She's My Girl

eleven

~Regina's POV~

"I'm sorry she's in a meeting at the moment. I can take down a message for her... yes... okay go right ahead... mhm... ok... she'll be what... oh. And when is that... ok all set... thank you Mr. Codwell. Have a good day... uh... yes I'll make sure she gets the message. Alright bye bye." I hang up the phone and add the message to the others that have accumulated. Today, Emma and I are at the office. Office Emma is busy all day. Diego is with my mom. He didn't wanna go anywhere else. I miss him and Emma. She has a lunch in ten minutes. She usually works through it.

I wait fifteen minutes and her office door opens. Emma shakes the businessmen's hands. Emma looks over at me and smirks. I stand up and walk over. She's looking really good today. Ooo Regina. She sits on the edge of her desk and starts talking all I hear is blah blah blah.

"Regina?!"

"Huh?" I look up biting my lip.

"Are you you listening?" I'm thinking and focused on something else.

"No." She sighs and gets up. She walks to her chair behind the desk.

"Regina listening. I need you to file some paperwork?" I wanna suck your dick. "Regina pay attention."

"I am!"

"What did I just say then?"

"File paperwork?"

"Lucky guess."

"I wanna suck your dick," I bite lip because I didn't mean to say it aloud. She looks up at me a little confused. "I'm serious. And I have for a while," I stand up walk to her side.

"Regina," she cuts herself off by biting her lip. She looks me up and down, "come here baby."

-later on-

"Mummy!!" Diego runs to me with a huge smile. "Mummy!" I lift him up and hug him.

"I missed you baby."

"Mummy I milk ana cookies."

"You can have some for dessert tonight."

"Mummy I wan go home."

"We're going home, papa. Are you hungry?"

"No mummy. I wan cookies ana milk."

"What do you want for dinner?"

"Empanada."

"Ooo empanadas with yellow rice and horchata."

"Horchata!! Yay!" He claps.

"We have to go to the store first."

"Noooo I don't wanna go mummy. I stay here." How are you are you already an introvert? "Mummy I wan go home."

"Diego you're coming with me."

"I wanna go home mamáaaaaa," he whines. "We go home? Please?"

I lift him up and put him in the car. Would it be wrong not to answer him? "We're going to the store and it'll be quick," I buckle him in his seat. "Pout all you want. We're still going." I close the door.

-2 hours later-

"Mummy is Emmy coming?"

"Maybe. We'll have to ask her."

"Okay. I put my pajamas on? Now?"

"Uh sure bebé. Let me put the rice on first."

"Mummy I wanna color. We color tomorrow? And then we do it at the table? Remember?"