FIFTY NINE
XAVION MIKHAILOV I stare at the little creature who is sitting opposite of me on the bed with an angry pout on his face. If I am not wrong then I will definitely say that he is angry because his mother is making dinner for me. But who am I to reject Rosalind's offer to cook for me because damn I have missed the amazing taste of her homemade food. Suddenly, the kid stands up from his place before crawling where I am sitting and before I can understand what's going on, he plops down on my lap making my eyes widen in shock. Damn this kid has the guts to do whatever he wants. I think he is very much like Isabella who will do whatever her heart desires. "Do you have any name?" I ask poking him on his chubby cheeks. "Staph!" He yells holding my finger in his tiny palm but I have to agree tha
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