I Am Your Mother!

Pov: Derrick 

Anya became my mate and we made a promise to be there for each other till the end. We were going to stay best friends and lovers no matter what comes our way. 

The night we became mates, she gave me everything she had and I did the same. We understood each other completely and being lovers was the most beautiful thing that had ever happened in my life.

I dedicated everything to her.

Anya continued working in the restaurant while I increased my shift at the club. I worked nights which affected the time I spent with Anya but it didn't affect the love we had for each other. 

We were both alone in the world. We had no one but ourselves and yet somehow we were fine like that.

Soon, it was hard to think of a time when she wasn't in my life. The best memories of my life were with her and we made happier memories as lovers.

After a month, we decided to move in together to cut down the stress of going back and forth between our apartments. It also made it easier for us to handle the rent.

I was so much in love with Anya at this point that she became part of every passing thought I had. 

I would stay home all day while she was off at work and when it was time for me to prepare for my shift, I would leave early so I could use the extra time to stop by the restaurant and spend some time with my girl. 

A strange number was having my shift and she would text me when it got too busy for calls.

It was perfect. We had everything you could ever think of. It was our fairytale love.

One day as we sat in the parlor binge-watching a show on N*****x, Anya got a call from a strange number. The caller didn't say much except they would like to fix a meeting with Anya.

Naturally, I was skeptical about the whole thing but we decided to see what it was all about together.

The next day we got a call from the same number the caller told Anya there was a car outside waiting for her. She told the caller she was going to come with her lover and after much hesitation, they came to an agreement.

We got dressed and came downstairs to see the car there waiting for us. The model of the car made it obvious that whoever had sent the driver was not just rich but crazy rich. It made it much easier for us to enter the car.

I could tell that Anya still felt tense from not knowing what this was all about. I laced my hands with her and whispered how it was going to be alright. I whispered suiting words to her and promised to brutally kill whoever it was if it was a trap.

It took us almost an hour to get to the estate. From the gate, we drove through a road path surrounded by beautiful fields and a sports area for tennis. We drove some minutes before coming up to the house or should I say mansion.

It was so big I had a hard time focusing on anything other than the house. Anya gaped at the house more than I did. It was bigger than anything we'd ever seen.

"Now I'm scared," I told Anya, helping her close her mouth before she started drooling.

She chuckled but I knew she was still tensed even more now than she was before. Anyone would get tensed by the sight of the mansion. It was not just big but beautiful.

The driver came down from the car and grinned when he caught the look on our faces. He must be used to seeing visitors gape stupidly at his master's majestic home.

He bowed. "Please if you'll follow me."

He walked up the marble stairs and we followed trying to think of a logical explanation for why somehow this rich man would want to see Anya. 

We talked about it together silently using our mind link. I could tell Anya was being honest when she let me know she was clueless.

The driver took us to the butler, an aged yet agile man with a clipped smile just like that of the driver. The butler greeted us with a curt bow and then asked us to follow him just as the driver had done. 

He led us inside the big house painted in white and filled with magnificent paintings and some eccentric artworks. It was hard to focus on one part of the house for too long as we walked looking at everything.

I felt awkward in the house when I considered what I had worn, a simple T-shirt and blue jeans but there was nothing else I could have worn that would be worth it. The house outdid my whole wardrobe effortlessly.

We got to a room where the butler tapped on the door twice before letting us walk in. Anya entered first holding onto my hand so tight as if I was going to turn to dust any moment leaving her there alone.

The woman looked up from the table in front of her and smiled. It was a soft tender smile that had an infectious effect.

Her red hair was long and had a grey strand wholly at a portion of the left side. There was something oddly familiar about her and Anya's mind link confirmed this.

"Hi there, Anya." She said in an impressive accent.

By her voice, I could tell she was the caller. Anya stopped walking halfway into the room after the woman had spoken.

"It wasn't easy finding you. But I knew I had to." She said adjusting her glasses.

Anya's heart raced at an alarmingly fast pace. I got scared and asked her what was wrong but it was as if she couldn't hear me. She stood, frozen.

"Who-" Anya's voice broke off. "Who are you?"

"I think you know the answer already. Nala must have-"

"Just answer my fucking question!" Anya bawled. Her whole body was shaking badly and her breath came in hard blasts.

The woman wiped at her eyes in a way I had seen Anya do so many times. I gasped.

"I'm your mother."