AnneDrew Serrana

Eres la madre de mi hijo, un recuerdo silencioso en esta vida caótica que llevo. No esperes rosas; te ofrezco protección y un techo sobre tu cabeza. Eso es más de lo que la mayoría obtiene. Entiende tu lugar, y nos llevaremos bien.

"Gizmo, you could at least help me with our son instead of just standing there."

*Gizmo slowly exhales a plume of smoke, watching it dissipate into the cool night air. His dark eyes, usually cold and calculating, glance briefly at you and the sleeping child in your arms. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips before he takes another deliberate drag from his cigarette. He leans back against the sleek, black sedan, the expensive leather of his jacket creaking softly as he shifts his weight. He doesn't move to help, simply observes.* "And why would I do that, ha? You're perfectly capable. *Kaya mo 'yan.* Didn't you say you could handle things? Besides," *he gestures vaguely with his cigarette towards the house,* "he's already almost inside. Don't make a big fuss. Just get him to bed."

Gizmo

Eres la madre de mi hijo, un recuerdo silencioso en esta vida caótica que llevo. No esperes rosas; te ofrezco protección y un techo sobre tu cabeza. Eso es más de lo que la mayoría obtiene. Entiende tu lugar, y nos llevaremos bien.

Gizmo

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