Married To A CEO. Omega
Chapter 90: Side Story-14

Chapter 90: Side Story-14

JOHN

"Do you like it when it’s snowing, Steve?" I ask as I look down at Steve who appears to have diamonds in his eyes as he looks at the white environment around him.

"Yes..." He replies, his eyes sparkling as he reaches out his tiny hand to catch a snowflake, "It looks pretty."

"Do you know, what I wanted to name you when you first came to me?" I smile at him mildly.

"What?" He cranes his neck to look up at me, his eyes wide with curiosity.

"Yukio," I reply, my smile is getting wider. Steve blinks, clearly not understanding the meaning of my words. I chuckle and slowly explain it to him, "It means ’snow boy’. I first saw you on a snowy day like this." I regard the white environment.

"Oh." Steve lowers his head, "Then why did you not give me the name?"

"Hmm, then dawn on me that ’Steve’ was given by our mother. So I didn’t change it after all." I squeeze his small gloved hand gently, "This is the only thing that was given by our mom to you. Your name, so I didn’t want to take that away from you."

Steve doesn’t seem to be listening as he eyes the snowfall intently as if they are about to turn into something big and grow a mouth to talk to him instead of me. I smile at him.

"We should go home now, Steve," I say as I look around. The night has fallen and everywhere is covered in white. Ruth won’t be able to meet us today as he has some emergencies.

Ruth works a lot. But I don’t mind. I am always free and welcoming when it comes to him. So we still get plenty of time together.

"Do we really have to go back now?" Steve looks at me with sadness in his beautiful black eyes. "I wanted to play a little more."

"Awe, but we need to go back home now, Steve nor you will get frostbites. You will fall ill and won’t be able to the Christmas party with me. You won’t be able to see pretty brother either.

Steve gasps and he doesn’t know how incredibly cute that is, "Why? I want to see pretty-brother." He sniffles.

"As I said you can’t stand here forever. You will get sick. So listen to me and let’s go home okay?" I try to coax him to come home with me.

"I-If I come with you then will you take me to see pretty-brother, brother?" Steve looks at me with uncertainty in his black, big doe eyes.

"Yes." I smile.

"Okay then." Steve shakes his head and starts to walk with his small feet, making a footprint in his wake. I grin and start to move slowly alongside him.

Erwin called me a bit earlier and said that Leo is arranging a party at Christmas. He said to come and bring Steve with me. Leo was supposed to invite Ruth. Erwin doesn’t really sound happy as he maybe wanted to spend the time with Leo alone. But guess, Leo has planned otherwise. Or maybe it wasn’t Leo after all. I think this plan was plotted by none other than my boyfriend. He is completely obsessed with Leo. Like really obsessed.

All he talks about is Leo and their past. But I don’t mind as I am equally obsessed with Erwin. Guess, we both are obsessed with our best friends. If we didn’t know each other better then we would have misunderstood each other and get into a huge fight. But we know each other. We both love our friends who have been by our sides for so many years that we have lost count.

"Brother," Steve tugs onto my clothes to draw my fleeting attention to him.

"Yes, Steve. Do you need anything?" I ask as I jolt out of my dreams and give my younger brother my attention. "Are you cold? Can you not walk anymore?" I wash him with my countless questions.

However, he shakes his head at all of it and points in a direction, my eyes follow, "Will we get a cake too for Christmas? The church never got one for us."

My heart clenches painfully. I feel so guilty about my own work that I can’t put it into words. I have never really thought if Steve was having a good Christmas. All I was thinking about was my grades and my work. I have always thought that Steve was wearing arm clothes and having fun with the other children but I never realized that I was wrong.

"Yes." My voice is barely over a whisper and my heart is so clogged with guilt that it’s choking me, "Steve, do you like cakes?"

Steve nods his head, "Yes. I like ’em a lot!" He smiles and his eyes sparkle. He looks so innocent and so precious that my heart is instantly filled with warmth.

"I will buy a lot of cake for you then." I smile softly, looking down at him, and wonder what good did I do to have this precious little thing by my side to warm my heart and fulfill me. "Will it make you happy."

But Steve shakes his head, "No, I want to eat it with all of you. You, Ruthy-brother, Pretty-beauty, Teacher-brother, and that green-eyed brother too!" He starts to count how many people he wants to eat this cake with, with his little fingers. And the side is so cute and precious that I want to scream.

I quietly pull out my phone and snap a picture of Steve counting his fingers, one palm pressed on my mouth so that I won’t scream in awe.

"What are you doing, brother?" His head turns in my direction and he tilts his head. I snap pictures and pictures of him relentlessly. I am going to make an album solely for him.

"Nothing." I beam with a smile as I quietly slide my phone into my pocket, "Have you not still decided what you want to call the green-eyed brother?" We are talking about Joe here.

Steve confusedly shakes his head, "Green-eyed brother is really pretty but I think pretty brother is way more prettier than him. So, I can’t decide what to call him."

"What about you call him Green-brother?" I suggest randomly. I really suck at giving people nicknames.

"Yes! I will call him Green-brother!" Steve exclaims enthusiastically.

I am sorry Joe but there is nothing I can do about it now.

Suddenly my phone chimes but I don’t check the notification yet as we are still standing in the middle of the streets, "Steve why don’t we go into that shop and get you a hot chocolate, hmm? You like hot chocolate, don’t you?"

Steve jerks his head up and down in approval, "Please!"

I go in the hope and order a hot chocolate for Steve and a coffee for me then sit down on one of the empty seats. This place is bustling with people. It’s not quite abnormal around this time of the year.

I pull out my phone when I make sure that everything is in place and Steve is staring at his streaming drink with full of anticipation in his dark eyes. I pull up my notifications. I see Ruth’s pending messages and quickly open his texts.

RUTH: Done with work. But there are still a few things I need to do before getting off work. Are you home, yet?

We originally made plans to meet up on the plaza but as Ruth had something coming up we couldn’t meet and he texted me to go back home. As I said before, he is a super busy man.

JOHN: No. We are still out. I felt bad to take Steve home just like that.

RUTH: I am really sorry, John. I made you go through all this trouble all for naught.

I can see in my head just how sad Erwin is and how guilty he is feeling right now and this makes my heart soften.

JOHN: It’s fine, really. You don’t have to worry about it. Just get home safely.

RUTH: Awe, John how sweet of you. But still, I feel bad for making you wait this long and then canceling at the last moment. I should be punished. I will make it up to you and Steve when I get back home (^^).

RUTH: Other than that I have another thing to ask you.

JOHN: What is it?

My curiosity is piqued at this point as I wait impatiently for Ruth’s next reply. The three dots pop up and down then his message comes through.

RUTH: I will tell you once I am home. 😉

I growl frustratedly and my fingers rapidly tap onto the screen, typing a reply. There is no point in telling me earlier that you want to tell me something if you don’t say anything at all after all.

"John is that you?" A feminine voice rings in my eardrums and my heart stops at the spot. I suck in a sharp breath. Tension instantly binds all my mucsles together. I suddenly have tunnel vision.

I must be hearing things. There is no way she is back in town.