Become My Son's Mommy

CH : 2 The Life She Never Chose

One Year Later…

Morning sunlight filtered softly through the sheer curtains, casting a gentle golden glow across the quiet living room.

It was peaceful and calm.

A kind of calm that didn’t belong in the life of someone like her.

The faint ticking of a wall clock echoed in the silence, accompanied only by the distant hum of the city waking up.

Then a phone rang.

Amayra sat on the couch, her posture relaxed but her presence still commanding. Even in silence, even in stillness there was something dangerous about her.

Her black hair, now slightly longer than before, framed her sharp features. She no longer looked like the storm that walked into that hospital a year ago.

But the storm still lived inside her.

She picked up the phone without hesitation.

“Miss Mayra, this is regarding your admission. I'm Victor Blackwood, principal of Blackwood Institute of Fashion & Design calling.” A firm, professional voice from the other end.

Amayra's eyes narrowed slightly. The name still felt unfamiliar.

Mayra is her sister’s name. Then she remembered she was living as Mayra, not as Amayra.

“You worked very hard to secure a place in this university,” the man continued. “I am calling to inform you that if you fail to attend your first lecture, your admission will be canceled.”

Silence stretched between them.

“I…I will not be attending.” Amayra spoke slowly, her voice cold, detached.

There was a brief silence on the other end.

“Then you will need to come in person to cancel your admission. I will be waiting for you tomorrow.” The principal replied, his tone firm but controlled.

The call ended. Amayra lowered the phone slowly.

Her expression didn’t change. But something in her eyes darkened.

“Boss….” Robin’s voice broke the silence.

He stood nearby, leaning casually against the wall, though his eyes were sharp, observant, always calculating.

“Why don’t you just attend university? You’ll graduate, get a proper degree… It could help in the future.” He said carefully.

Amayra turned her head slowly, her gaze locking onto him.

“Robin, do I look like someone who needs a job to survive?” She said, her voice dangerously calm.

He stiffened slightly.

“No… that’s not what I meant.” He said in a hurry.

“Then what did you mean?” Her tone sharpened just a fraction.

Robin sighed, pushing himself off the wall and stepping closer.

“You’re not living your life right now, boss. You’re living your sister's normal life.” He said more seriously.

That made her pause for a moment.

“Your sister… She wanted to study. She wanted to build a future. She wanted to raise her child properly.” His voice turned softer.

His eyes shifted briefly toward the hallway where the toddler was playing with toys.

“And now that responsibility is yours. You have to think about someone else too.” He pointed out.

Silence settled again.

“What are you trying to say?” Amayra asked, her voice quieter.

Robin met her gaze directly.

"Boss, we've been underground for a year. The people who attacked you the night your sister died haven't been found yet. It was your idea to stay hidden for a while and then the treacherous man who stabbed you in the back will come out," Robin reminded him in a serious tone.

Hearing this, Amyra's face hardened.

"Our spies are lurking everywhere. Until we catch the real mastermind, we'll have to live a normal life. No one has taken your place as the Mafia Queen of King yet, but perhaps someone will soon. I heard there's a secret meeting coming up. All underworld members gather together to vote on who will be the next King or Queen. We can't do anything right now. So, it's best to fully fulfill the identity you've assumed as your sister." Robin said in a low tone.

"What does this have to do with me going to university?" Amayra asked.

"Boss, you are Mayra. If someone who knows Mayra sees you, they will definitely ask why you don't go out of the house. You don't know whether she's friends or enemies. Like you just got a call from the university. Now you know that Mayra is attending a university. We didn't know what kind of life your sister had. Now we have been here for only three months. You can't stay inside the house all the time.”

Amayra looked out of the window. Seeing Amyara Robin will take a chance.

“It is good that Mayra had already taken this apartment. You both look alike. That is why no one here suspected that you were not Mayra. And probably no one knows that Mayra has a twin sister. Even the neighbors do not know all these things."

“So what do you want me to do? Go and meet those annoyed neighbors?" Amayra asked curiously.

"No-no. But you should complete your sister’s studies. Fulfill her dream of becoming a successful fashion designer." Robin continued, then fell silent.

He may have appeared calm on the surface, but deep down, he was scared. He was Amyra's biggest supporter.

He had been by her side, like a shield, ever since she had entered the world of crime. The 30-year-old Robin worked for her mafia boss, who adopted Amyra, trained her, and placed her on the mafia throne at 19 years old.

Protecting Amyra was like breathing to Robin. And Amyra also trusted Robin. They shared an unbreakable bond that would never be broken.

Despite their close and trusting relationships, Robin knew Amyra's temper and her stubbornness. Therefore, Robin remained alert when raising a serious issue.

“But this…this life is different. If anyone finds out you’re hiding here… using a different identity…” He gestured around the house, His voice lowered.

“It won’t just be dangerous for you. It will be dangerous for the little boss.”

That was the only thing that made Amayra’s expression shift.

“So, it’s better if you live exactly how your sister would have lived.” Robin finished, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

“Think of it as… New challenge.” Robin said.

Amayra leaned back into the couch, her gaze drifting away. Her fingers tapped lightly against the armrest.

She was thinking and calculating seriously.

Suddenly, something small bumped into her leg. She looked down.

And the irritation on Amayra’s face fades. She is not smiling, but has warm and gentle eyes staring at the bundle

A tiny boy stood there. Or at least he was trying to. His tiny body jiggled, trying to balance his weight.

His little legs trembled as he struggled to balance himself, his small hands reaching upward with determination far bigger than his size.

Oliver, Mayra's one-year-old son. He has little body, but he is already stubborn.

He tried to climb onto her lap, his movements clumsy but persistent. Each time he slipped, he let out a small frustrated sound, but he didn’t give up. His tiny fists are grabbing Amayra's nightie.

Amayra's eyes observe his struggle. Finally, she leaned forward, picked him up with ease, and placed him onto her lap.

Instantly Oliver’s body relaxed. Like he had finally reached where he belonged.

His tiny hands clutched onto her nightly as if letting go wasn’t an option. His head rested against her chest, pressing close to her heartbeat.

That steady rhythm had calmed him since the day he was born.

“Mo… m…” The soft, broken sound made the room go still.

Amayra looked down at him. His green eyes stared up at her, wide and innocent. Adoring his mother.

“Hmm?” she responded quietly.

Before he could attempt again, a voice interrupted.

“Our little Oliver is trying to call you ‘Mom,’ Miss Mayra.” An elderly woman walked into the room, holding a milk bottle.

She is Dizzy, Oliver’s nanny. Her hair was silver, tied neatly behind her head, and her face carried warmth and kindness.

She had no family of her own. So she works as a nanny for Oliver.

“Is that so?” Amayra murmured, her gaze still fixed on Oliver.

As if understanding, Oliver nodded slightly.

Then he leaned forward and hugged her tightly.

His small arms wrapped around her waist, pulling himself as close as possible.

His face buried itself against her chest, right over her heart. Hearing soft heartbeats.

That was his safe place.

It always has been and he didn't want to lose it.

Amayra didn’t react outwardly. Her face remained calm.

“Alright, go have your milk.” Amayra said after a moment.

Oliver shook his head immediately.

“No… Mom… my…” His grip tightened.

Dizzy chuckled softly, stepping closer.

“Come on, baby. Aren’t you hungry?” she asked gently, lifting the bottle slightly.

Oliver peeked at it.

“No… hu…g…” Then shook his head again.

Robin snorted lightly from the side.

“So the little boss is saying he’s not hungry?” Toin asked.

“No…” Oliver tried to respond.

At that exact moment, his stomach growled. Loud enough for everyone to hear.

Robin burst out laughing.

Amayra raised an eyebrow.

“You’re lying?” She asked flatly.

Oliver immediately looked down, his lips forming a small pout.

“Miss Mayra… He’s been having nightmares lately. He refuses to sleep alone… and sometimes he won’t eat properly.” Dizzy spoke gently, her tone turning concerned.

Amayra frowned slightly.

“If he doesn’t eat, that ‘heart’ he’s protecting will stop working.” Amayra touches Oliver's chest with her finger.

“Maybe… you should try feeding him.” Dizzy smiled softly.

She paused for a second.

“Sometimes, he just needs his mother. He is just a small baby.” Dizzy said.

“Give it to me.” Amayra extended her hand.

Dizzy handed her the bottle. Oliver watched closely.

His eyes flickered between the bottle… and Amayra’s face.

“Do you want to sleep beside me tonight?” Amayra asked calmly.

Oliver’s eyes lit up instantly. He nodded eagerly.

“Then finish this.” The moment she said that Oliver grabbed the bottle and started drinking immediately.

“So that’s the trick, huh? The little boss only listens to you.” Robin chuckled.

Amayra ignored him.

“Oli, from now on, come to me when you want to eat.”she said instead, her voice softer than usual.

Oliver paused mid-drink.

He broke into a small, adorable happy dance, his legs kicking slightly as he made tiny excited sounds.

The room felt… warmer.

Lighter.

“Finish your milk,” she added.

“Boss,” Robin spoke again, carefully bringing the topic back, “what about the university?”

Amayra leaned back again. Holding Oliver in one arm.

“Graduation was never part of my plans,” she said plainly. “What exactly am I supposed to do there? I didn't know what to learn.”

“Maybe you can find the guy who got our second boss pregnant and ran away.” Before Robin could answer, another voice joined in.

A younger man stepped into the room. He was Robin’s younger brother

Apollo, 20 years old, playful, sharp, slightly reckless. But loyal to Amayra.

“He’s right. Didn’t they study together? You might find him there.” Robin immediately nodded.

A dangerous glint flashed in Amayra’s eyes.

“Then I’ll kill him,” she said casually.

The room went silent for a second.

“Fair enough, so….” Robin muttered.

“Fine. I’ll go.” Then Amayra spoke again.

“Really?” Robin blinked.

“You’re coming with me. Find out all details about Mayra's studies.” Amayra told him.

His expression fell instantly.

“Why me?!” Robin's eyes widened in shock.

“Because, you were going to study with me. You want me to go there and kill the whole uni?” Amayra said in a teasing tone.

“I knew this would come back to haunt me…” Robin groaned dramatically.

“And me, boss? I can join you too.” Apollo raised his hand slightly.

“No! Stay here. Keep an eye on Dizzy. She is old, but she is sharp as well.” Amayra glanced at him lazily.

His shoulders dropped.

“But…” Apollo pouted.

“Find something useful to do.” Amayra said calmly.

“…Yes, boss,” he muttered.

Robin suddenly raised a finger to his lips.

“Shh.”

Everyone looked down.

Oliver had fallen asleep.

The bottle still rested loosely in his mouth, his tiny fingers barely holding onto it.

Amayra leaned forward slightly, gently removing the bottle. He didn’t wake.

Just shifted closer to her.

“See?” Robin whispered with a soft smile. “The moment he touches you, he calms down.”

“He really thinks of his boss as his mother….” Apollo nodded.

“Shut up, did you want to die?” Robin snapped immediately.

Apollo froze.

“Sorry… I didn’t mean—” Apollo panicked.

“I’m going to sleep,” Amayra said suddenly, cutting them off.

She stood up, lifting Oliver carefully into her arms.

His small body curled instinctively against her, his face pressing into her chest again.

“Both of you go to sleep, get ready for tomorrow.” She added.

Without waiting for a response, she walked toward the stairs. Each step is steady.

Upstairs, the room was dim and quiet. She placed Oliver on the bed carefully.

But the moment she tried to pull away Oliver's tiny fingers grabbed onto her shirt.

Even in sleep. He didn’t want her to leave.

Amayra paused, then without a word she lay down beside him.

The mafia queen closed her eyes.

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