Episode 3

I went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for Ethan. Gena was in charge of making breakfast for Hanna and her husband, so I waited by the corner until she finished before starting to make dinner for my son.

Which didn't take less than fifteen minutes. Ethan is still a child and for now, he doesn't consume adult food, he just eats baby formula and anything that has baby written all over it.

I walked by Gena as she set out plates, napkins, and cups on the table, and then afterwards, she strode up to her employer's bedroom and communicated with them that dinner had been prepared.

Ethan's already awake.

He saw me walk in, and immediately his tiny little face lit up like a boom box.

"Hey! My baby, you hunger?". I kept his food on the table and carried him in my arms.

He makes baby noises, cute and giggling noises.

I took him to the chair and sat down. Ethan maintained quiet, and just as I pulled his baby food closer by the wooden stroll, all of a sudden, he became restless, he was fighting and uncomfortable. Not even when I threatened to take the food away if he didn't, Ethan didn't bother.

I spent time preparing his meal, but my son turned up his nose and refused to eat it.

If it continued, I was pushed to call Luciano for help, and in the process, he'd suggest that his wife feed him milk from her breasts.

As the situation grew more desperate, I knew I had to think like a mother - and so, I offered Ethan the one thing that always brought him peace: the warmth and nourishment of my breast.

Having Ethan suckling from my breasts gave me immense joy; for the first time in the past month I've been here, Ethan hasn't suckled on my breasts. And why should he, when all Hanna wants is for my son to have cow's milk instead?

"What is happening? What are you doing?".

My motherly duties were cut short when Hanna barged inside and found me performing my duties as Ethan's biological mother.

"What does it look like... I'm feeding my son," I said. I took pride in my actions, which might as well cost me dearly for this.

"Feeding your son?" Hanna is furious. Just about to yell, she surprisingly withdrew.

"Take your boobs and get it out of my son's mouth... immediately." Her order was fast-paced. No one tells me what to do and neither would Hanna. But the thought of getting fired from my job before I have completed the reason why I came frightened me.

I softly took away the tender bits of my son as I laid him on his bed for the night.

I arranged the plates on the table and moved toward the door. I was just about to leave when Hanna dragged me back by holding my hand.

"Can I help you... Ma'am," I confronted her, dishing out a furious expression on my face. She noticed that and smiled and said, "Yes! As a matter of fact." She let go of my hand, "What is it you need? Tell me. Why are you here?"

Hanna has never stopped asking me this particular question. It's been months since my arrival at the mansion, hasn't it been clear to her what I want?

"I'm sorry, Hanna, but you should know by now," I let her answer the question.

"Hmm! Really? Do you think me for a fool?" She latched out like I had presumed she would, it was only going to be a matter of time.

"You want my husband, don't you? You're jealous of me, aren't you?"

Again, she thought about herself and her needs. Selfish Bitch!

"Your husband?" I laughed, "Aside from that, what else do you have?". I asked her, enough to cause her to freak out. She held her hand tightly and raised it.

I thought she was going to hit me. But I was willing to see how it played out. And as usual, she withdrew her hands and left holding back a lot of resentment.

I kept the plates back in the kitchen and went upstairs to my room to change. I had milk straps around my nipples, and if Luciano or anyone should find out, I wouldn't want to cause a rift in Hanna's marriage, at least not for now.

"Sophia, are you okay?"...

Speak of the devil, Luciano caught me sneaking up to my room. He looked at me, his head turned to hear my response.

"I'm good! Ethan is sleeping, and I'm going up to change," I locked my hand to my chest and asked him.

"That's good," he smiled, "but I'd like to stay with my son, please! At least for tonight." He sought my approval.

"Yes, sir, you're free. Ethan is your son, right?" I commented.

As he laughed and said, "But you're his mother."

He smiled, but after some minutes, he realized what he had unintentionally let out.

"I'm sorry! I mean, you act like his mother, even more than his biological mom."

A weak grin appeared on his face, and he left.

Keeping this secret from Luciano is a constant source of sorrow. He loves Hanna and believes she is the mother of his child, but I know the truth - a truth that could potentially tear them apart.

But do I want to care what happens to her marriage or not? If she didn't care about me, then shouldn't I repay the favour?

So since Luciano was sleeping in Ethan's room, I went straight ahead and retired to bed. It's been a long day, and a good night's sleep would ease me up for what tomorrow has in store.

I laid my head on my pillow, and shortly after, I heard a knock on the door, a long and disturbing one.

"Sophia, are you sleeping?"...

The whisper from Luciano immediately made me stand up from my bed and run to that door.

"What! Is everything okay?"

I opened the door and asked him.

"No, no! It's Ethan; he was sleeping when he suddenly began crying."

Luciano shakily explained to me.