Reclaiming Her Billionaire

Landon’s pov

I spotted Maeve crossing the road from a distance dressed in a nurses’ uniform.

The wind came swooping through her red hair. I watched as she tried to get hair out of her face by tucking it behind her ears.

Judging from the look on her face she had already seen me and she didn’t seem too happy to see me. I took a step closer to her while Rory was seated on the bench.

Once he spotted her, he got off immediately and ran towards her, “Mommy! Mommy!” He squealed, his arms stretched out, expecting to receive a hug from her. He was careful enough not to mistakenly ruin his ice cream.

She raised Rory off the ground, wrapping her hands around him and enveloping him in a big hug. Afterwards, she dropped him on the ground.

I pulled my hand out of my pocket, hoping to get at least a handshake, it was the perfect opportunity to feel her palms, after five years of no contact but she blatantly ignored my hanging hand.

I assumed she was pissed, I mean I didn’t pick her son from school without her permission and then got him some ice cream. She was probably very worried.

"Honey, come on, we need to go." She said as she gently grabbed Rory’s arm.

Rory refused her grip and turned to me, "mommy hang on." He said.

It seemed like she didn’t want to waste any time having any interactions with me or even talking to me. She seemed really nervous and couldn’t even look at me let alone maintain eye contact.

"Mommy, do you remember this uncle from yesterday?" Rory said, stealing glances at me and then Maeve. He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to Maeve while smiling at me.

"Yes, I remember him but I think we should be on our way now—“ She said with her gaze still on Rory. She grabbed his arm and tried to pull him away but Rory wasn’t interested in leaving yet.

I wouldn’t blame the kid, he wasn’t getting the message. This was probably a very awkward interaction for her but Rory just kept speaking and interrupting her.

"—Mommy, my friends at school wouldn’t stop teasing me but uncle made them stop.” As he spoke, a wide grin appeared on his face and he stop it at me.

"Honey, that's really nice of him, isn’t it?” I could see how forced that smile she shot at him was. “Right now we need to get going before it starts raining, okay?"

Once again he tried to pull Rory to come with her but unfortunately for her, Rory was hellbent I’m telling her how I saved him from the claws of the taunting bullies at his school whom he called friends.

"Mommy, they kept saying I don’t have a daddy.” The smile on his face disappeared while he slid his tongue against the ice cream on a cone.

I turned to Maeve and noticed how her facial expression changed too, she didn’t looked pleased to hear that.

“When uncle Landon showed up, they all backed away.” Once again his grim reappeared when he continued speaking.

He raised his ice cream closer to Maeve’s face, “See mommy, he even got me my favorite ice cream mommy, do you want a taste?"

"N- no, no, honey, I hope you said thank you to him?" She asked him and he turned to me beaming a broad smile at me, "Yes mommy I did."

"Come on, we should get going so you can get washed up and do your home work, okay? She spoke nicely to him still ignoring my presence. I silently began to wonder how she felt each time Rory raised the topic about having a dad. This meant she never told him anything about me. The thought of this only raised my curiosity higher. I'm even more curious to find out if he's mine or maybe if something happened to his biological father.

"Okay mommy, but can uncle Landon come with us?" Rory asked, from the way he looked at her, he was hoping to get a positive response from her.

Maeve let out a deep exhale. We both already knew what the answer to that question was, "Honey, I think--" before she could finish her statement, Rory tugged her trousers "Mommy please!" Rory pleaded.

She exhaled sharply and glared at me, “Rory I can’t come with you …” I said to him, he turned to me, “How come?! I can show you my toy train collection.”

I smiled at Rory and squatted to his level after brushing my hands through his hair and sneakily pulling a strand off it. I mean there was only one way to find out the truth about whether he’s my biological son on not.

"Your mom is right, you do need to go freshen up." Charlie kicked the air and folded his arms at his chest in disappointment, "I guess you’ve missed the chance of seeing all my toys." He grumbled.

“There’s always next time okay?”

He nodded in response. Maeve held his hand as they crossed the road and headed back to his car. Rory smiled at me, the sides of his eyes crinkling as he waved goodbye to me.

With one hand buried in my pocket, I waved back at him and patiently watched her drive away. After I made sure they were long gone, I pulled my other hand out of my pocket.

Carefully held in my grip, was a strand of Charlie's jet black hair. I carefully held it up to look at it. I turned around to face Ezra, one of my assistants. He held a transparent disposable bag open in his hands while I gently placed the strand of hair inside it and he sealed it shut.

"I'm sure you know what to do with this." I questioned staring firmly at them. This was my one shot of finding out of that little child is mine.

"The lab, for a DNA test." He responded.

"Exactly. Get the results to me untouched. Also, get me basic information about that woman; where she lives and where she works together with the DNA results, later today."

“Yes sir.”

Once again, Maeve had no idea that no matter how much she tried to ignore or walk away from me, I have my ways to get whatever information I want.