Chapter 19

Gaston pov 
I felt guilty and ashamed that I had to buy a child who somehow has a blood line, but I had to if I wanted to protect this little baby.
I sat down outside the baby factory room, waiting for the doctor to bring the baby for me to take home.
Shortly, the baby was being pushed out of the room in a baby cart, and I picked the baby up slowly, not wanting to wake him up.
He looks so innocent and cute. They already changed his clothes and gave him a more comfortable baby blanket. Thankfully, they gave me a portable baby crate for safe driving in the car.
Whoever abandoned this child is my greatest enemy, and I will never forgive the mother who disrespected my bloodline.
I entered my car, and instead of driving off and pouring out my anger on the road as I speeded my car, I drove rather slowly so I wouldn't wake the back up. I constantly check on the baby when he moves just a little.
The moment I pulled up the car in front of my house, I breathed out of relief. The baby is fine. 
I smile a little at how the baby smiles even in his sleep. He reminds me of someone, but I can't really remember who.
I pushed the thought aside and carried the baby aside. My mom came downstairs in her nightgown, and so did Selena. 
They stopped in their tracks, a bit confused about the baby, and I gave them a sign to be quiet.
I took the baby straight to my room, locked the door behind me, and left the room to meet my mom, who was worriedly tapping her foot on the floor.
As soon as I brushed my hair with my fingers, I was stressed out.
The first thing my mom asked immediately was:.
"Where did you get that baby from? Gaston," she asked as her brows knit in confusion.
"From the hospital, here's your drug, mom." I threw the drugs on the coffee table. I'm trying to contain my anger.
"Why did you bring a baby from the hospital, and where is his mother?" I knew she'd jump to conclusions.
"Mum I don't know where the foolish mother is; I brought the baby home because it was our blood lineage, mom," I snapped.
"What! So someone in our family gave birth? I didn't even hear anyone was pregnant, so who secretly gave birth?" 
"I don't know, mom. I thought you might have a clue." 
"Why did you bring the baby home anyway? What if the mother gets worried and starts to look for her child?" I cut my mom off.
"I wish that was the case, mom; I wouldn't be this angry if that was the case. If not for luck, this baby was about to be sold by a rich fool." I was beyond pissed off, and my mom slapped her hand on her gaping open mouth. 
And Selena gosh.
"That's impossible; nobody in the family is foolish enough to do that," my mom said.
"So you think I'm lying, mom?" I said. 
"Of course not, my child, but who would have done such a thing? That person must be brave and stupid to do this; they can get rid of the Smiths so easily," my mom said.
"We can get to the bottom of this in the morning; can you just help me get all the necessary things for the baby, and in the morning we can get a babysitter?" I said, a bit tired and stressed.
"Sure, my son, I'll order the necessary things from our nearby nursing home for our pack pups," my mom said.
"Thanks, mom, I'll take a shower in the guest room so I won't wake up the baby," she nodded, and I left to take a shower.
I couldn't help but feel hatred for the person who made this baby motherless at a time of need.
I finished showering, and when I went to the room, the baby was still sleeping. 
I hope the baby is okay. I asked a servant to call my mom, and I immediately got dressed, and my mom knocked on my room door.
I opened the door and saw my mom with a bag of feeding bottles filled with breast milk.
"Come in, mom. The baby has been sleeping since I took him from the hospital. Is he okay?" I worriedly ask.
She checked on him and smiled in relief. 
"He's fine, Gaston; he's only sleeping because he's tired; he has been crying since birth; I'm sure he's exhausted and needs proper rest." 
"But he's not moving or crying." 
"Just relax; he'll come around soon, and when he's awake, he'll need to be fed. You can ask the servants to feed him or you can do it yourself," she said, and she smiled.
"Why are you smiling?" I asked her.
"Well, maybe it's because I haven't seen you this worried in a while; you really care about this child, right?" She said that, and I rolled my eyes. 
"Any normal person will be worried for a baby's life except the mother of this baby." I can feel the anger surface again.
"By the way, Gaston, this baby looks a lot like you when you were a baby," my mom said, and I gave her a confused look.
"You're being a delusional mom; I'm already stressed out. Please don't bother me with your imagination." I gradually pushed my mom out of the room and jammed the door, and I immediately regretted it because I woke the baby up and it started whining.
Oh shit.
I picked the baby up and cradled him in my arms. I rocked him back and forth as I relaxed on the bed and put the feeder in his mouth, and he started sucking it. 
Wow, the baby is really hungry. My heartbreak as I see the baby sucking the feeder quickly. 
He's so hungry, he's drinking the milk like his life depends on it. 
Whoever the mother is, she's definitely heartless, and I'm definitely going to kill her at first sight. 
I won't even give her a chance to explain; I'll snap her neck without a second thought.