Reintroduction

“Mummy, meet Uncle Killian”, Bryelle said to Mayeli, pulling her to where Killian was standing, still and perfect as ever.

She could see amusement in their eyes as he watched Bryelle, but as he turned to her, his gaze went cold.

“I've met him, baby, he's kinda my boss at the office”.

Killian gave her a quizzical look, and she almost laughed remembering the last time they had argued about him not being her boss.

“Great. I invited him to lunch, and he agreed. You have to join us”, Bryelle said, giving her a serious little face.

“Bryelle…I”.

“You shouldn't disappoint your little girl”, Killian said, cutting her off. He looked somewhat angry. Sexy and angry!

What the fuck was wrong. He had just complimented her lovingly a few minutes ago. Was this dude bipolar or something?

“Fine”, she grumbled. Diora gave her a knowing look.

Diora had gushed over Killian a few minutes ago. She kept describing his looks, his voice, his hair, and probably everywhere else she could see. “Did you hear his voice, Susan?” Diora had asked the dreamy-looking attendant.

“I'd go find Uncle Nixen”, Killian said to Bryelle, barely glancing at Mayeli.

Mayeli gulped. She was eating lunch with Killian and Nixen? How more complicated could things get?

“Can I come with you?” 

Mayeli looked at her child surprised. Since when did she become a team, Killian? 

She was exhausted, and all she wanted was to take a nice shower, eat something delicious, and fall asleep. But here she was caught up between two brothers. Plus, she had no desire to see Nixen right now, she was still mad at him.

A few minutes later, they were all seated around a table eating lunch in one of Nixen's many favourite restaurants. She didn't even care to know the name.

Mayeli could barely chew. The tension in the air was uncomfortable. Or, so she felt. Everyone else was relaxed and chatty.

Killian kept chatting with Bryelle and Diora, completely ignoring her when she chipped in, while Nixen kept trying to talk to her. Gosh, she was so pissed off. The few times they had been together, Killian had barely talked, but here he was bearing himself to a two-year-old!

What the fuck was wrong with her, was she seeking Killian's attention right now? Nixen was her boyfriend and he was right beside her. She needed to get a grip on her emotions. They were brothers for crying out loud.

She sighed angrily, getting up. “I need to use the restroom”, she announced to whoever cared.

Bryelle turned to say something, but Killian leaned down, and whispered in her ears, making her laugh loudly. She had never heard her little girl laugh that way. Was he this good with kids? 

Besides what was the whole whispering drama about? Was he so childish trying to make her jealous?

She scuffed and headed for the restroom. When she was done, she stood in the hallway pacing around. She needed to calm her nerves.

“I wondered why you took this long”, a calm voice said. Of course, it was Killian! He always managed to find her.

“What do you want?” She asked angrily.

“What's wrong?” His voice held a hint of care. 

“I'm fine. I see you're good with kids, thanks for making Bryelle happy”.

“I'm not good with kids. I kinda dislike them, but Bryelle is different. She is very smart for her age”.

“Yeah, Nixen and I are proud of her”.

“I guess her father would be more proud”, he mumbled.

She searched his face with fear. Had he figured out Bryelle was his child? Was that why he was bonding with her?

His face was emotionless as usual as he stared at her. She assured herself that she was overacting.

“Why’re you here?” Changing the topic was more convenient right now, though it was quite suspicious.

“You looked upset when you left the table, so I wanted to know what was wrong”, his voice had taken a softer and almost caring tone.

“I'm exhausted and have a bit of a headache. Thanks for checking up on me”. Her heart warmed up from his kind gesture.

“I'd do it for anyone”, he replied with a straight face. Gosh, he was so handsome.

“I'm glad I was that anyone”.

“Whatever”.

He turned and walked away. How rude!

When she returned to the table, a sad-looking Bryelle and a dreamy Diora informed her that he had taken his leave.

For some weird reason, she felt sad that he didn't tell her he was leaving.

***

“I bought you chocolate”, Nixen said, smiling sheepishly at her when he packed in front of her house. 

She knew that was his stupid way of saying sorry, but she was glad he got her favourite snack, he was too exhausted to prolong the fight.

“Thank you”. She collected the chocolate, opening her door.

“Don't I get a kiss?” His eyes were pleading, and his lovely lip was twisted in a frown.

“My child is in the backseat”.

“She's sleeping”.

“It doesn't matter”.

“Are you still mad at me?”

“No. Fuck fine”, she closed her eyes, allowing him to kiss her. Despite her anger, she liked the way his lips moved against her.

When he pulled away, she went around to get Bryelle, ignoring the thoughts running through her head. Those thoughts were about Killian.

A few minutes later, she lay tiredly on her bed in her baby-pink, comfy pyjamas Her eyelids were already closing shut when a message notification flashed on her phone. It was a strange number. She got curious, so she opened it.

She gasped, jolting awake when she read the content.

“I know who your child's father is. Cheers to two years ago. How was the Opera? Or should I say the event that took place after? Haha.

            —unknown.