My son is not a bastard

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NATASHA POV It's almost a week now and Mr Emilio isn't back yet. Damien and I have been living our lives happily. Although we are happy, I can't stop thinking about him. He sent me four messages to check up on me but I didn't reply to any of them and I haven't called him back. Yesterday and today I haven't received any message from him. I didn't know his trip was going to be this long. I just hope he is doing fine wherever he is. “Mummy you are spacing out again. Now you have buttoned my shirt the wrong way.” I snapped out from my thoughts and looked down to see I buttoned my son's shirt wrongly. “Oh so sorry baby.” I said as I adjusted the buttons. “Mummy are you okay? You have been thinking of something since. What is wrong?” he asked looking at me with his cute brown eyes. “

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