chapter forty one

**If the mountains will not come to Mohammed then Mohammed will go to the mountains. If things aren't going your way, you'll just have to adjust to the way they are.
Archer's Legitimate Son
Maya's POV
I couldn't wait to get home, so when we pulled up at the mansion, I climbed out as quick as my legs could carry me and shut the door close without neither a side glance nor a goodbye.
Eden was beginning to scare me, not that intimidating Archer always carry about but that creepy fear that sends shivers down one's spine.
He didn't complain as well and drove aways as if the devil was on his heels. Perhaps because I was a lot dustracted, I didn't notice the figurestanding besides the huge intimidating gate that guides Archer's mansion and when I did notice I was stunned.
What is this woman doing here?
She was incredible beautiful, definitely Archer's type- that is if he prefers women with soft curves in all the right places and not those broomstick like models that grace his arms times without numbers.
I looked down and saw a kid probably around Izzy's age holding her hand. They were looking around the mansion as if looking for someone, could it be *gasp* my imagination running wild at once.
Could it be that she was once Archer's lover and the kid... Oh my God! Does it mean Archer has an illegitimate son?
I felt dizzy all over sudden. No Maya, calm down, I tried to assure myself.
Suddenly, a white miniature version of myself wearing a white gown covered her legs with real white feathers attached to her back while having a circle of light over her head appeared on my right shoulder.
I wiped my eyes, what the fuck!
But the tiny angel like me still stands there and says to me, "I have come to remind you that throughout the years of Archer's lustful rendezvous, there has never been reports of Archer fathering an illegitimate son nor has any woman claimed to have birthed a child for him. So, why worry yourself?"
My eyes widened, was this angel here to help me out with this situation? Wow! Thank you God. This was definitely help sent from above.
But thinking about it, which women would dare allege they have a child with Archer- his dark gaze alone was enough to make anyone pee in their pants. So think this through like the smart girl you are Maya.
As if that wasn't enough, a red miniature version of myselft with pointed horns at both sides of the head, short tailed but having a triangular at the end while clasping tight a trident, appeared on my left shoulder. She was wearing nothing but an adhesive cup bra and some skimpy material tied at the edge of her waist while two white flangs sticked out of her mouth.
The red devil like 'me' pulled me by my ear and said, "what are you? Ten? Would Archer even tell you he has an illegitimate kid elsewhere? He hardly even opens up to you so what makes you think he would tell you of his hidden kids. Besides, look at the kid."
The red devil pointed out with the trident and I turned to look at the kid. They were still focused on the gate and so had their back turned to me.
The red 'me' continued, "can't you see the colour of his hair, looks the same as Archer's and I bet it he turns around, he'll be Archer's spitting image," she declared firmly and I couldn't help but begin to have doubts in my mind.
She was indeed right, though we have been progressing in this relationship of ours slowly - yeah, sliw but steady wins the race.
But Archer has been holding out alot on me, he practically knows everything about me but I know zero to nothing about him aside from the ones I already know which a pretty quite obvious to everyone already.
But anything deeper, he doesn't let me in. I feel like he thinks I can't handle the shock, the weight, responsibilities but am not some fucking china doll!
Yes I am weak but no fragile, I have had quite my own share of life too. I have seen things, gory, depressing, you name it. I have seen and experienced such things too and I survived.
And how in the world am I supposed to trust him if he can't share a little of his past? His childhood? Cause whenever I bring up such topics, he just filters through his memories and tells me the usual happy endings.
But unfortunately, I want to hear the bitter stories endings too. I want to know the circumstances that forced and shaped him into being the man he is today. Is that much to ask for?
"You," tiny angel like 'me' thundered, "don't confuse the young girl and turn to wherever you come from."
Tiny devilike 'me' gibed, "hey you goody two shoes! Mind your business, don't you see I am trying to open her eyes here?"
Tiny angel like me threatens, "don't let be banish you to the abyss again!"
"Y-you ," tiny devilike 'me' chokes and disappears in a cloudy puff in to reappera on my right shoulder, next to the tiny angel.
Then both of them suddenly begin this loud chattering and heated arguments that made my heart throb painfully.
"Stop!" I screamed and both if them disappeared into the cloudy puff while I was teleported back to reality.
What the fuck! I have been indulging in my own fantasies all this while.
Unlikely for me, the scream earlier attracted the little boy's attention, who the tugged his mom who had earphones in her ears moving her head to the music rythm she was listening to.
"This is it," I took a deep breath when she finally noticed me and braced to whatever was about to come.
But contrary to what I expected, she put on the most friendliest smile I have ever seen and began to walk towards me.
What even baffled me the most was the little boy's hair, what I had earlier interpreted as brown was actually blonde- the same as his mom. So waht actually happened? Why did I see differently? Tsk tsk, no wonder the devil is the father of all liars, he almost tricked me.
"Hi, am Cecil and this is my son, Pedro," she introduced herself with a handshake while pointing to her son afterwards.
"Hi, I am Maya," I accepted the handshake, "nice to meet you Pedro."
I fought the urge to ruffle him in the hair, the boy was so adorable, where did this cute little angel come from?
"How may I help you," I asked and gulped nervously. I started chanting, " please do not be Archer's lover in her head," in her head.
" I just moved into the neighborhood today and want to get acquired qlwith the neighbors so that my son gets a mate to play with," Cecil explained herself.
Maya sighed heavily- mentally. She released the breath she had been holding for a while now. No one knows how happy and relieved she was.
"You must be the mistress if the house. The security won't let me in without permission from either the master or the mistress," she asked inquisitively.
I blushed at her words, seriously I wasn't the mistress yet *blush *blush.
"Well, sort of," I answered palming my heated cheeks.
Behave like a sensible lady Maya.
"Truth be told," Maya confessed with solemn expression, "I am a single mother and I might not always be available in the future, is my son permitted to come over in case of any emergency?"
" Of course, he is permitted right away," I accepted her request almost immediately. Contrary to what I was thinking earlier, Tlthis woman was surprisingly gentle, humbleand friendly, moreover, I didn't sense any malevolent intent in her - yeah, I am trusting my sixth sense.
Nevertheless, I respected hardworking single mothers.
"How rude of me," I gasped, "please let's go inside, even for a cup of tea," I offered her but she instead shook her head.
"No, I do not want to impose on you guys."
" That's impossible," I laughed and took her son's hand in mine tenderly and said, "besides, am sure Pedro and Izzy would work out fine."
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The New plaything
Maya's POV
"Finally,you decided to return. I thought you were planning on..." The rest of the words dies off when she sees me with a woman besides me.
Izzy's eyes suspiciously narrowed down on the woman and there was an edge of her voice as she asked, " who is...?"
But her voice trails off again when her eyes rested in the boy who had just emerged from behind her mom.
For the first time ever, I saw Izzy stare at someone for good five minutes without blinking, not in an intimidating manner but in a shocked and curious way.
To my surprise, Pedro made his way towards Izzy and thrust out his hands for a handshake while introducing himself, "hi, I am Pedro and you are?"