That Doctor Is Mine

I hope five years is enough for me to be ready for business talks.

And hopefully, I will be ready to face everything I have to face when I return to the Philippines.

Nikita’s POV,

“Are you coming back yet?” I turned my attention to Hanz’s face.

I am currently packing because my son and I have a flight tomorrow. It took me a while to get home because I still got a ticket and I even processed Ate Marissa’s paperwork so that she could be with us when we got home.

He really wanted to come so that after papa’s recovery he could go home to his family. I also handled Ate Marissa”s paperwork at her agency for us that she herself would work on.

I also arranged Levi’s papers to live right there. He also doesn’t need to naturalize a citizen of the Philippines because I am Filipina.

My son is really excited because for the first time he will be able to go to his grandparents’ house.

“I don’t know. If papa recovers quickly, we might come back.” I just said.

“What if you meet …” He thought before continuing what he was going to say.

“Is it Kent?” I was the one who continued what he was going to say. He nodded.

“Edi …” I was a little taken aback.

How is that?

Should I act like we’re just friends?

Or should I act like we don’t know each other?

“I do not know.” I just said.

Hanz helped me with the packing and he just left something for me as a best friend.

When I finished packing, I went to bed to go to sleep when the door to my room suddenly opened, and then my son entered.

“Mommy!” He calls me once closer.

“Yes baby?” I answered him and gave him space to stand next to me.

“Am I going to study there?” He ask.

“Ah, yeah. Why? Don’t you?” I also asked. I also shake him at home because I don’t want us to go home to the Philippines as if he is not Filipino.

“No. I mean, aren’t we going to go back here anymore?” He ask.

“I don’t know. You know, I have to handle our business there until your grand-dad recovers.”

“Is he in critical condition?”

See, my son is still 5 years old but he already knows about the life conditions in the hospital.

I don’t even know where he knew that right away. Eh usually taught at a young age eh the shapes are like that.

It’s America, they advance their education here.

“Your grandma says, he’s just in a coma but not in critical condition. Anyway, let’s sleep baby, we have an early flight to catch tomorrow.” I told him and laid him down for a blanket.

“Good night, Mommy.” He said then kissed my cheek. And we were already asleep because we had to be early tomorrow.

I WAKED up to the sound of my alarm. I got up and looked at the time.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Our flight was at six and nine o’clock. But we have to be beautiful because we are leaving at 7:30. We are a bit far from the airport and maybe traffic.

I’m off. I saw Ate Marissa cooking.

“Oh Niks, good morning.” Bati niya.

“Good morning too. You’ve already cooked.” I said.

“Ah, yes. I set the alarm at 5 o’clock so I can cook for you.” He said and our food was ready.

“Thank you. I’ll just wake Levi up so he can eat as well.” I said. He smiled and nodded so I went up again to call my son.

“Baby …” I patted my son’s cheek softly. But he still doesn’t wake up.

Cute, my baby is still salivating.

“Baby …” I repeat. He was already moving and still moaning.

“Hmm, mommy?” He said when he woke up the third time I called him.

“Let’s eat. Our flight is early.” I said. He got up and rolled his eyes.

“Good morning, Mommy.” He said kissing my cheek.

“Good morning too, my little baby Levi.” I said and kissed him on the forehead.

I made our bed and then my son and I went downstairs at the same time. We ate well and then took a bath. I bathed my son even though he didn’t want to.

We got up when we heard the horn of Hanz’s car. He will take us to the airport because he will miss us.

He has a lot of money so I’m sure he can still visit so I won’t miss him that much! Hahahah!

We got in the car when I secured that our house was properly locked. Just in case we come back here.

“I will miss you baby Levi.” Hanz said then messed up my son’s hair.

“Tito, you can visit us there, anytime. And please don’t touch my hair.” My son said artfully.