This chapter also has a couple changes and like I said before if you've already read it you don't need to read this again.
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This is so weird. Staring at the little boy who was staring back at me like he was expecting me to do something. It was then did I notice the fowl smell coming from him.
"Oi, what the fuck you smell like a grown man!" I gag holding him away from me. I didn't think I'd have to smell anything gross again today. I guess I was wrong. But you know what's really fucked up? The little fucker giggles and holds his hands out towards me as if say, "Come smell me pendejo!"
I groan while looking for something to put him on. After spotting the changing table I placed him down on it. Pulling out my phone I call my mother. It rings three times before she answer.
"Hola." Comes her hard and cold voice that seems to run in the family.
"Hola Mami. How do you change a diaper?" I ask while placing the phone between my ear and shoulder and use my hands to stop the- my son from rolling off the table.
"Oh dios mío! Why do you need to now how to change a diaper? You tinkle yourself mijo?" she asked while laughing. I groan and feel my face turn red.
"Mami you said you wouldn't mention that ever again. It was a one time thing!"
"Oh fine. But seriously why do you need to know?" she asked curiously.
"Because this ba- my son shit himself and I don't know how to change a diaper." I retort. There's silence on the other end before she responds.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I could almost imagine the no bullshit face she uses when she wasn't playing around.
"I have a son." I repeat while rolling my eyes.
"And how are you so sure it's yours with all the whores you sleep around with!" she snaps at me, her Dominican accent becoming more prominent.
"I don't know for sure but I have a feeling he is. Once you see him you'll agree." I assure her while looking into the boys eyes once again. It's amazing how similar they are to mine.
"I don't care mijo. You need to get that baby tested before you can assume something like that." she scolds.
She grunts before speaking in here mother tongue.
"¿Dónde está la mama del bebe? ¿Ella no te puede ayudar?"
(Where is the baby mama? She can't help you?)
"No she's dead in the other room. OD'd on anxiety meds." I informed to her. Then the kid starts crying all of a sudden.
"Aye Mami help me!" I plead desperately picking up the smelly infant and cradling him.
"You're gonna have to bring your stupid ass over here and let me show you because I can't explain it to you on the phone." she sighed.
I frown but say okay and hang up. Tucking the boy in my right arm as he continues to holler I try to find a duffel bag or anything to put some of his stuff inside. I look in the closet. Nothing. Behind the door. Nothing. I go into Hanna's room avoiding the body and look in her closet finding a red Nike duffel bag. The boy continues to cry so I turn my attention to him to try and shush him down by rocking him but it doesn't work.
I look around the room and spot a binki on the vanity. I grab it and shove it in his mouth and he immediately stops crying as he suckles on the rubber. I let out a long breath of relief and go back into the nursery to put him in the crib.
Going back into Hanna's room I take the duffel bag and go into her closet stuffing some of my boys clothes inside.
I go back into the nursery and towards the changing table and open the draw underneath looking for the diapers and wipes.
When I do find them I also stuff them in the bag and look for some toys as well. I open the toy box and grab to hand full worth of toys; I can by more if I need to.
When I'm done with that I zip up the bag putting it next to the crib. I check on the boy seeing him rub his eyes still sucking on the binky. Great he's gonna go to sleep. About damn time. Thinking now I know he's gonna need a car seat so I go into Hanna's room again looking on her nightstand and inside the drawers only to find a birth certificate and a social security card.
The birth certificate says
Emilio Mateo Smith. He took his mothers maiden name; which will be changing soon, and has his middle name as my own name. Well at least now I know what to call him instead of boy.
I fold up the paper and place it in my pocket before looking at the card making sure it was Emilio's before also putting it in my inside jacket pocket. I look into her purse and find the car keys. I leave the room and go into the nursery grabbing the duffel bag and seeing if Emilio was asleep. He is so I left the room went downstairs and out the front door towards my car.
I unlock the doors and open the trunk then put the duffel bag in there. I then go to the red Chevy and unlock the doors. Unlocking the car seat I take it out and hook it up in the back seat of my car. I keep the doors open so when I come back down I don't have to open the door again. Taking a breather for a second I go back into the house to get Emilio and then go outside to the car and buckle him into the car seat making sure everything was secure. When I finished I shut the door firmly and lean against the car door while pulling out my phone.
I look for the name Jose; my right-hand man, then once I found it I dialed the number waiting for him to pick up.
Not long after he picks up.
"Yes Boss?"
"I need you to send a clean up crew to 1234 Norway ave. I want you to bury the body and then I want you to burn, throw out, sell or whatever then hell you want to do with everything in the house After I want it scrubbed down and put on sale buy 10:00 AM tomorrow. Capiche" I ordered.
"Yeah yeah whatever boss." then he hung up. Rolling my eyes I put my phone away. I would kill him if I didn't owe him my life. After putting my phone away I go to the drivers side of the car and got in.
"Aye! You stink!" I complain turning to look at the sleeping infant. I watch as the binki falls from his mouth causing a string of slobber to drip on his face.
I groan and wipe it off him with a napkin I keep in the glove department. I turn forward and roll down the windows then crack the ones in the back open. Starting the car I pull out the driveway and proceed on my way to the estate.
*Pulling into the estate later*
I drove up to the big iron gates that lead up to the estate and stopped in front of them. Jerome, one of the guards of the gates, comes up to my window. He looks at me then bows his head greeting me by saying "Boss" then nods his head at Brian.
Brian nods back and clicks a button in his left hand making the gates open.
I drive through and go down the long driveway to the estate.
I pull up in front of the building and put the car in park. I hop out the car and go to the other side to get Emilio. I grab him and walk to the trunk getting the duffel bag then I walk towards the door, the sound of my door and trunk closing behind me.
When I get inside I walk towards the living room putting the stinky sleeping child on the couch and sit down next to him.
I took out my phone to call Mother.
"I'm in the house now so can you come downstairs and help me?" I ask her.
She hangs up on me then in the distance I can hear the clicking of her heals coming down the steps.
In five minutes she finally reaches the bottom step and comes in the living room. How she knew where I was, was beyond me.
"Oh dios mío, that smell is disgusting! Ugh!" she says gagging a little and wrinkling her nose.
Rolling my eyes I check her appearance which is the same as always. A black jumpsuit, red stilettos and her brunette slightly graying hair in a tight bun on top of her head. Always the professional look when she was anything but.
"Aye. Where's the baby? If I don't change him now he might get a rash." she says holding her hands out. I turn around seeing he's now awake and pick him up. He starts crying so I just shove him to my mother. She mock glares at me but takes Emilio.
"Oh you poor baby having to hang around his culo estúpido all day." As soon as she started talking Emilio stopped crying and started staring at her.
"Oh my God! He does look like you when you were a baby Mateo." she informs me after observing him.
"I told you." I smirk while looking away.
"Oi shut up. I still want you two to get a DNA test done, you need to call Jason. What's this cuties name anyway? And hand me a diaper and wipes because I know you have some." she demanded.
I sigh and reach in the bag getting the diaper and wipes.
"His name is Emilio Mateo Smith." I say handing them to her. Her head snaps up.
"He has your name as his middle. That's nice, but anyway-" she turns to Emilio blowing raspberrys on his hands. "You have a very handsome name Emilio. Yes you do, yes you do. I got a awesome name too but you can call me Nana Yashi." she coos using her baby voice.
"Really mom?" I look at her incredulously. She gives me the finger and then shows- scratch that, attempts to show me how to change a diaper. But when she took off that diaper. WOAH HOHOHO!
Let's just say I won't be eating anything that looks like oatmeal in a while. I couldn't even watch her change him after she revealed that. How does one little baby make so much shit?
When she's done she asks me if I have baby formula. Baby formula? Oh shit I forgot about that.
I shook my head no and she slaps me on the back of my head. Which Emilio just laughs at.
"How the hell are you supposed to feed this baby. I stopped breast feeding along time ago you dumb ass!" she yells at me while I try to rub away the pain on my head.
"Aye Mami! I'm sorry I forgot." I groan out.
"Well this is the kind of shit your not supposed to forget estúpido!" she yells. Emilio had gone silent and just observed the exchange with his head tilted to the side.
She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Give me your keys and I'll drive to the store. I'll bring Emilio with me as well." she demanded.
"But you have your own-"
"The keys Mateo!" she growled out. If glares could kill I'd be 6 feet under right about now.
I reached into my pocket and reluctantly gave her the keys. And there I was left in the living room all alone.
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Also I'm done for today. I'm gonna try and update Rouge Queen. I'm half way done!