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A L E X hanged his coat on the hook near the front door of his parent's house. His mother called him an hour ago that she wanted to discuss some matters involving his own future. His parents just didn't want to leave his private life alone that was why he came back where he used to live to argue for his full freedom. For Pete's sake, he was already twenty three years old.

He saw Cassandra, his fifteen year old sister, descending the grand staircase in front of the front doors and screamed her lungs out when she saw him as if she saw a ghost. She always did that to annoy him. He had to throw his pen towards her to stop her from her hysteria. Though his pen didn't hit her and landed a few stairs above her, she stopped screaming and laughed.

"Alexander! Welcome home!" She said after she stepped on the last step of the stairs and he didn't paid any attention to his sister but instead he was staring at his wasted pen. He just bought it and now he had to buy another one.

He heard the shuffling of slippers from the door leading to the parlor room and it opened. His mother who doesn't looked like her age came out running and opened her arms and pulled him in a tight hug. He saw Cassandra rolled her eyes before she went inside the parlor room.

Their house was designed like those houses during the Victorian era which was his mom's doing because back at her teenage years, she was so obsessed over novels, stories and movies concerning that era. Handsome dukes, earls, viscounts and so on. It was her teenage dream and she made it came true by building her own grandeur house. She even pretended to be the duchess and she wanted no—demanded to call her milady or your grace and he was used to it a long ago.

"How's my Earl?" Alex suppressed himself not to roll his eyes and smiled instead.

"I'm good, milady." He also has to talk like one.

He saw his mom smiled from ear to ear. "That's why I love you so much, Alex. I think I miss you."

"You think? That's—" Alex nodded "—great!" He faked a laugh.

"You're the only one to indulge me with my craziness here. Bernardo is so killjoy." He just sighed and loosened his neck tie.

"So what's this matter about my future?"

"Oh, yeah." She clapped her hands in excitement. "We arranged you a marriage!" She announced and it took him time for his brain to process what she said. And realization struck him.

"A what!?"

° ° °

T A Y L O R felt like he was on a swing and someone was drumming his chest. He knew the monkey who was bothering him early in the morning. It was his six year old nephew.

"Papa! Wake up!" Chester said repeatedly while he shook and drummed Taylor's chest.

Taylor groaned before he opened his eyes and saw Chester jumping on the bed and it made him dizzy and the mattress bouncing him.

It has been six years since Chester's mother, Cheska and Taylor's only sister and family left, died from gaving birth of Chester. Cheska never told her boyfriend, who impregnated her, that she was pregnant and Taylor didn't even know who the fvck was it. But one thing was for sure, Chester must be so much a lot like his father since he never inherit any physical traits to Cheska nor any of their family. But so far, Taylor had never seen any man who looked like Chester. And he didn't care if he couldn't find Chester's father. Chester already had him and his best friend, Ella, to take care of his nephew. They were leaving in the same unit with two bedrooms, bathrooms, a kitchen and a living room together with Ella.

"You promised we'll go to the mall today!" Chester shouted.

"Yeah. I know." Taylor said in a sleepy voice. "You take a bath first."

"Aye, sir!" Chester saluted and went to the bathroom running.

Taylor stood from the bed and fixed it before he rummaged in the white closet and pulled a green checkered polo shirt and a pair of pants for Chester. The door of the bathroom slammed open and Chester came out singing a Japanese song he learned from the television and a Winnie the Pooh printed towel around his body.

"Your clothes are on the bed." Taylor threw Chester's clothes to the bed before he went inside the bathroom.

° ° °

Taylor wanted to tell Ella that they were going to go. It was a shame that she couldn't go with them that day because of her work. Taylor opened Ella's bedroom door without knocking when he saw her in her underwear. She crossed her arms on her chest.

"Pervert!" Ella shouted and he just rolled his eyes.

"Sorry, I'm not interested, baby." Taylor said.

"Oh yeah. I forgot you're gay, baby." She walked towards me shamelessly. "Come here. Where's my good morning kiss?" She pouted her lips.

"I just want to say we're going to the mall for a while." Taylor said and slammed the door shut in front of her face. "Gross!" He shouted and he heard her laughed.

° ° °

Taylor dropped Chester in the bookstore. That was the reason why Chester was so excited that morning because every time they went to the mall, Chester always insisted to be left in the bookstore and read books there while Taylor went to the grocery to buy their needs.

He went to the grocery and pulled a grocery cart and wheeled it. After fifteen minutes his phone buzzed in his pocket.

It was Chester calling and it was also a very rare situation for Chester to call him during his precious time with his books. Taylor answered the ultra rare call.

"Papa!" Chester whispered from the other line.

"What?" Taylor whispered also.

"Someone's stalking me! I mean, someone keeps on looking at me and it gives me the creep!"

Chester sounded honest and it was a rare call and he didn't had any reasons to lie. Taylor's heart was filled with worries and started beating fast and things about kidnapping and child trafficking and all sorts of dangerous situations were running inside his mind.

"Stay where many people are. I'll be there."

° ° °

Taylor rushed to the bookstore and found Chester near the exit. He snatched Chester's hand who jumped in surprise.

"You're killing me!" Chester exclaimed in a whisper.

"Are you okay?" He scanned Chester. "Where was this stalker of yours?"

"He's inside. I think I lost him."

"Are you sure? Maybe you're just assuming yourself." He sighed.

"Of course not! I'm sure he was stalking me! He even attempt to have a conversation with me but I refused since you said I shouldn't talk to strangers." Taylor nodded just to stop Chester from blabbing. "But the unusual thing was he kinda looks like me." Chester frowned thinking.

Taylor froze and turned cold. It couldn't be. Of course, it couldn't be.

"Are you sure?" He asked the kid.

"Not so. But I can see myself at him. Do you think he's my—"

"No! He was just a complete stalker! I swear." Taylor grabbed Chester's hand and pulled him as they jogged and walked while scanning the crowd like a prisoner who escaped from jail.

Taylor's heart was hammering in his chest. It couldn't be his father. And if it was him, he would do anything so Chester and that man wouldn't meet again. But the fact that the man was already aware that he have a son was a bad fact. Or maybe not. Or yes, he might hire a search party.

He tightened his grip on Chester's hand to insure that he was still there and never leaving him. He couldn't imagine his life without that bookworm. He was his only family left.

"I'm not going anywhere, Taylor. So loosen your grip a little." Chester smiled to assured him and he breathed out feeling relieved. Chester was always been a keen observer and could read people which was the opposite of Taylor.

"Thank you." Taylor murmured before he loosened his grip a little of Chester's hand.

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