Billionaire's Lover

Chapter 4

It's been four years now, and my daughter is 3 years old. Time has flown by so quickly, and she continues to grow into a bright, loving little girl.

Every day with her feels like a new adventure, and watching her learn, laugh, and discover the world fills my heart with joy. Though it's just the two of us .

I feel incredibly blessed. She’s full of energy, with an infectious smile and a kind heart. Raising her alone has had its challenges, but I do everything I can to ensure she feels loved and safe

"Moonlight, baby, where are you?"

I heard the giggle of a child. Ah, this kid is so lively, never seems to run out of energy.

Moonlight Smith, her baby girl, is now 3 year and 11 months old, with her second birthday coming next month. A bubbly, lovable little girl—her everything.

So today, we’re playing hide and seek, even though I can clearly see her chubby little feet hiding behind the curtain.

But she’s still pretending that I can’t see her.

“Hehehe, Mimi, feynd mey pow.”

"Oh my gosh, Mimi is soooo tired now, but I can’t find my baby Moon. Mimi is sad," I said, even pouting. My baby has such a soft heart.

I heard her gasp, so I kept acting. Then I felt her chubby hands fall onto my lap—her hands are so heavy!

She tried to hold my face and turn it toward her, and that’s when I saw her worried little face.

"Nowww, Mimi, now cray cray pow, Mimi ouchi hart toh pow," she said, shaking her head.

"Oh no, baby, Mimi was just joking, hmm?" I wiped her tears from her chubby cheeks.

"Jowk pow?"

"Yes, po, it was just a joke," I said, nodding.

My child is very sensitive, but I let her be because she’s still young. I’d rather her be like this than spoiled, though I know that will never happen—she’s too kind.

One day, we went to the mall, and on our way home, we saw a child begging. I was surprised when my daughter asked if she could give her Happy Meal to the child.

From that moment, I knew that even though it was just the two of us, I had raised her well, and she was humble. But I worry that her kindness could be taken advantage of. I won’t let that happen. I’ll protect her with everything I’ve got.

Suddenly, I felt someone tugging at my clothes. It was my chubby little girl.

"Yes, baby, are you hungry?"

She pouted and blinked. "Yeah, pow."

"Let’s go, let’s eat at McDonald's, baby." She squealed in excitement. I think I’m deaf because of how high-pitched her voice is.

“Mcdi, Mcdi, Mcdi,” she sang. McDonald's is called "Mcdi" by her.

After dressing her and getting myself ready, we went straight to McDonald's. I decided to drive instead of taking public transport—it was more convenient and safer since I was the one driving.

I hate letting someone else drive, especially when my daughter is with me. I don’t trust others. I want to do everything for my child. Since her father isn’t with us, I won’t let her feel unloved.

As much as possible, I always want to be by her side, to be there for every milestone. I want to be the first one to clap for her achievements, the first to hug her when she’s sad, and the first to wipe her tears when she cries. I’ll be the first one to support my princess.

The love I never received from my own parents is what I’ll give to my child.

"Baby, let’s go."

I carried her since she didn’t want to be put down and was being clingy again. Well, I can’t say no to my baby, but I do discipline her.

"What do you want, baby?" I asked softly.

She quickly pointed at the toys on display. "Happi meyls pow."

"Tell your order to the lady, baby," I said, encouraging her to learn to communicate with others and show respect.

"One happi meyls pow, plesh. Tank yow pow."

"Good job, baby Moon," I said, kissing her head. I placed my own order, and since there weren’t many people, we got our food quickly and sat down.

"Baby, you’re a messy eater."

"Sowwiee poww."

"No, don’t be sorry. You’re still a baby, that’s why."

I don’t want her to apologize; she’s still a baby, and it’s normal for her to be messy when eating.

"Hmm hmmm, downt sowwiee, nowt wronww poww."

"Yes, baby, don’t feel sorry."

"After this, where do you want to go, baby?"

"Pawk po, swingw."

"Okay, let’s go to the park after this, and we’ll ride the swings."

"Tank youw po, babi Moonligyt lab lab, Mami."

"Love you too, baby. You’re my everything."

When we arrived at the park, I saw the joy on her face even more. I don’t ask for anything from God except for my child’s happiness and safety.

For the past two years, our life has been quiet—just the two of us. No drama, no one trying to hurt us. We’re far from the life I once knew, the life I never want her to experience.

I still communicate with my friends, but not often. We’re careful not to be found by my parents. I miss them so much.

Watching my daughter play with the other kids, I realized I made the right choice by escaping from my parents’ control.

The laughter and smiles of my child are what I want to see for the rest of my life. I don’t need a man in our lives; I fear for my daughter’s safety. I don’t want a man coming in and out of our lives. It’s harder since we’re both girls.

I stood up to approach my daughter, who was sitting on the swing.

"Sit properly, sweetie. Mommy will push the swing."

She immediately followed my instructions.

"Mami?"

"Yes, baby? Are you tired?" I asked while pushing the swing.

"Noww pow, ashan poww si dada?"

I was surprised by her question. She had never asked about her father before.

I watched her closely and followed her gaze. She was looking at a child sitting on their father’s shoulders at the slide, while the father spun the child around.

Her question, combined with what she saw, pained me. Her grandparents didn’t accept her, and her father wasn’t around. We only had each other.

"Dada is far away."

"Whay poww?"

I knelt in front of her, so we were eye-to-eye.

"Because Dada wants to buy you lots of toys, so he has to work in a faraway place."

Even though she’s still so young, she’s mature beyond her years.

Suddenly, my daughter started crying, and it felt like my heart was being crushed by her sadness.

"I don’t want toys anymore, Mimi. I want Dada," she said between sobs.

"Shhh, baby, it’s okay," I said, trying to calm her down.

"Dada wouldn’t want his princess to cry, so don’t cry, baby. Dada and Mimi love you very much."

She didn’t say anything after that, and when I looked over my shoulder, I saw she had fallen asleep.

As a mother, it breaks my heart not to be able to give my child a complete family.