The Billionaire’s Baby Mama

Chapter 6

May

I turn of the car immediately I pull into the driveway of Mrs Russo’s house. The house is surrounded by two beautiful Gardens divided by the paved pathway leading into the house. A simple two floor building with an arched rooftop over it, the front view of the up floor is of two double windows, and the down floor has a sturdy porch surrounded by wood railings. Two beautiful swinging chairs are affixed on the porch.

The front yard of the house is decorated by the first garden filled with beautiful flowers. Then there’s also a vegetable garden on the left side of the house. A few bees buzz over the rolls of flowers on the right side of the house.

The flower garden was planted by my baby Amanda. Who is actually a Garden fairy in hiding. Her words not mine. Though it’s well suited. She has the most effective green thumb I’d ever come across, I wonder who she got it from, definitely not me because I can barely keep a cactus alive. But my Amanda is a wiz at all plants related issues. She can grow any plant as fast as possible.

We first noticed it when she it was her turn to keep the class plant for the week. Her class took turns rotating who got to care for the class plant for each week. I remember how sad looking and limp the plant was when she had brought it home for the first time, i even had a secret fear that it’d die within the first few hours of its stay with us. But Amanda was all smiles, cooing and whispering to the plant. And by the third day there was a significant difference in the plant. Her teacher even gave her a class badge for her wonderful work with plant. Ever since then she’s been so interested in gardening and she somehow how managed to talk Mrs Russo into letting her use the soils surrounding the building to improve her skills and interest.

Slamming my car door shut I head up the paved pathway to the door.

"Honey, I’m home." I call as I swing open the door.

"In the kids room, Sweetie.” Her husky voice sounds distant. I take of my shoes and pad across the floor in my socks, towards the sound of her Voice. Mr Russo has a strict 'No shoes indoor' policy. Mostly because of the kids who drag into to much soil after working in the garden. My kids are one of those type of children who enjoy playing in the sand. They prefer playing outdoors more than playing on their iPad.

I stifle a groan when I sight the mess she’d created of the kids room. It looks likes bomb went off in here. There’s clothes on every visible surface. Shoes thrown hazardously. Amanda’s wardrobe is wide open and empty, her dresser littered with jewelry, bows and hair pin. Alistair’s library is half empty with the rest of the books lying in a stack on the floor. "Donna. What happened in here ?”

"I am redecorating.” Her voice carry out from underneath the kids bunk bed. She is laying flat on her stomach across the floor with her head half way underneath the bed.

I softly navigate the mess everywhere as I glide over to her. I spot a pile of dirty socks belonging to the twins.

"You said it was just going to be a little redecorating. Just rearranging somethings.” I remind her of her words.

She wiggles out from the bed and stands. "Yeah. And it is. I was just digging out their dirty laundry. And I thought we could donate somethings.” Her hands rearrange her hair.

I sigh. That means she’s done it again. "Donna. Please tell me you didn’t.”

Her eyes start twitching as she looks away, she starts fussing with her dress. "Oh. Would you look at the time?, I didn’t realize how late it’s gotten. I should give Sam a call.” She tries to slide pass me.

I block her. "Donna. What are those?” I point to the shopping bags arranged at her feet.

She smiles. "I might have gone shopping for the kids again.” She tries to inconspicuously push the bags with her feet. "It’s just a little shopping.” She tries again when I remain silent. "Just somethings I thought would look wonderful on them.”

"Donna. We talked about this.”

"I know. I know.” She rushes to say. "But I was positively sure they’d look marvelous in these items. I had to get it. It’s not much. Just few things.”

I scoff. "Few things? I can counted it. That’s 15 shopping bags.”

She smiles, proud. "As I said, few things.”

I shake my head, "You promised you wouldn’t.”

"I never promised not to buy them stuffs. I only promised not to buy them phones after you made me return the ones I got for them.”

Who else aside Donna would think it’s a fantastic idea to get phones for four year olds. She gave a good speech on how it was a great idea. She has this habit of always getting things for the twins. She buys whatever catches her eyes. One time she went shopping for them sixteen days consecutively. If she has her way, she’d spoil them rotten.

I laugh, " I should have known something was fishy when you agreed immediately. Lemme guess,redecorating was just a ruse so you’d sneak in the things you bought. You probably didn’t think I’d come over this early to assist you.”

She gives me a fake shocked look. " I have no idea what you mean. Such accusations."

"Give it up Donna. You’ve been caught.”

She rolls her eyes like a damn teenager, "fine. You’re right. It’s all true. But you have to admit, it was a good plan.” She laughs.

"Yeah it was and would have worked if I had come in here 30 minutes later."

"Darts. I will do better next time. You won’t even notice a thing.”

"There will be no next time. You promised, remember?" I remind her.

She gives me a droll look, "Sure. You can believe that."

"Donna."

She ignores that, "let’s sort out this mess, I really do want us to make that donation. So there’ll be more room."

I laugh as I watch her picking up the pile of dirty socks and put it in the laundry basket.

She is tall and slim, she looks more like a forty years old lady than her real age of sixty five. Her head full of silver hair is the only give away to her age. Her green eyes still sparkle like it did in the picture from her sixteenth birthday. Her smile still as lovely, her steps still graceful from years of being a professional dancer.

God, I love her. She’s been a blessing to me every since we met. She’s always been there for me. She loves me and mine as if we are hers. I sometimes wonder where I’d be if I hadn’t met her that fateful night.

A piece of cloth hit me in the face. "Stop standing around and let’s get started."

We spend the next few hours sorting through the clothes, separating the ones up for donation from the one ones that’s still wear.