After marrying my boss (Anna)
Chapter 409

Chapter 409

Even though it had been a year, Birchwood had stayed more or less the same when I compared itscurrent state to how it looked in my memory. The only thing different there was me.

When I arrived at the gate, the guard was a little shocked to see me. “It's you, Ms. Garcia. It's been along time since you're back here.”

I used to talk to the guard a little when I lived there. It was a pleasant surprise that he still rememberedme.

“Yeah, I don't live here anymore, though I do have a matter I need to deal with today. Can you let mein?” I smiled.

As I did live there for a long time, and the guard still recognized me, he let me in without any problem.

My heart was beating loudly while I stood in front of the building I used to live with Michael. It took me along time before I was able to control my emotions and press the bell.

I was so nervous and excited to meet my child that my hand was trembling with sweat.

The door was soon opened by Michael. We exchanged a plain glance instead of a hostile one likebefore.

“You came before our agreed time. It seems like you really want to see our child, huh?” There wassomething slightly off about his demeanor, even though I couldn't discern anything wrong.

“Where's my child?” It didn't really matter to me, though. The only reason I was there was to meet my

child, and that was the only thing I was paying attention to.

“Don't worry. You child is inside.” He furrowed his eyebrows and gave me an unsatisfied look beforeturning around. I followed him as he entered the living room.

My child was sitting on a big couch playing with his toys. Tears streamed down my cheeks when I sawhim. I didn't expect he had grown so much over the years.

I put the things in my hand down and approached him. He looked clean. His eyes were round andbright, quite unlike his father's.

Tears might be flowing as I sat next to him, but my heart was filled with joy. It had been the happiestmoment of my life since last year.

He raised his head and stared at me with his pure eyes.

Then he smiled at me and crawled in my direction. I was trying very hard to hold back my emotions.There was a strong desire nudging me to hug him, but I was worried he might get scared, so I had tokeep holding myself back.

When I saw how he wasn't afraid of me at all, I immediately hugged him tightly.

I had been dreaming about hugging my child for the past year. Even though it was real, it still felt like Iwas in a dream. It felt so unreal that I was finally hugging my baby.

Michael looked at us warmly from a distance.

My child remained in my embrace for a long time before I slowly wiped my tears away. I turned myhead to Michael and asked, “What's his name?”

“Amaury,” he replied.

“Amaury...” I whispered his name. For some reason, my heart skipped a beat. Amaury... Is it becauseof... No, that can't be the reason. He treated me so cruelly back then. How can my child's name meanthat way? I must be overthinking it.

I kept repeating that to myself because I didn't want my child's name to upset me.

“It's me, Amaury. Call me Mommy...” My attention shifted back to him. I affectionately and gentlycaressed his face.

However, he was still a year old, so he couldn't quite understand what I was telling him. He only staredat me with his bright eyes silently.

I was a little disappointed that he didn't say anything, but if he could at this age, he would probably be agenius.

“I know you're still too young to know how to call me Mommy. How about you call me when you're a bitolder, okay?” Regardless of if he could call me, I was already really happy to be able to see him.

“Daddy... Daddy...” Amaury suddenly opened his arms and looked at Michael.

Even though it was hard to tell, he was definitely calling for his father.

Michael approached me and picked Amaury up. I was quite surprised that my child knew how to saythat.

I thought a man like Michael definitely wouldn't have the time to take of our child because he would betoo busy taking care of his company. However, looking at how he's holding Amaury, it appears that hehad been taking care of our child quite often for the past year. I kept those thoughts to myself and didn'task him about it.

After all, how he did it had nothing to do with me.

“Daddy... Daddy...” Amaury was still calling him that in his embrace.

Michael stared at our child with a warm smile.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't upset at all that Amaury knew how to call Michael his daddy but didn'tcall me his mommy.

“That's your mommy. Say Mommy...” Michael stood in front of me and reminded Amaury in a low voice.

Amaury turned his face to me. His round, bright eyes still stared at me, though he didn't say anything. Ithought I was going to be disappointed again after waiting for a long while.

Just as I was about to lose hope, our child opened his arms in my direction and called, “M-Mommy...”

It wasn't pronounced clearly, but I could hear it. He's really calling out to me!

Tears streamed down my cheeks again as I kissed him non-stop. I was afraid that my child would treatme as a stranger when I drove here, but it seemed like my fear was unfounded.

“He's very smart. It only takes a while before he'll learn the things I teach him.” Michael tenderly smiledas he watched me hug Amaury.

“He's my child, so he's obviously smart.” I felt pretty good hearing Amaury being praised by him likethat.

He rarely complimented people, so it was only natural that I felt great when he complimented our child.