Mommy, Is The President Our Daddy? The Ex-Wife’s Revenge

Zendaya’s POV

My phone rang as I picked it up to see it was one of my connections whom I would usually call to get information from.

I wondered why he would call me when I was the one who usually did the calling but I was here for it so I picked.

“Hello,” I said. “This is odd.”

“It is and so is someone asking around for you trying to know things about you.”

This was a surprise. I laughed over the phone as this was the first time this was happening to me. I was usually the one who went around asking for people’s identities and not the other way around.

Who would dare to do that to me? It would have to be someone I knew or I had told about my life.

No random person would want to search me out.

“They are seriously digging for information on you,” he said again.

I had a speculation that this was either going to be Delia or her father. It had to be one or two of them at the same time.

“I’ll call you back,” I said to the man before switching off the call.

I started to think of something I could do. Maybe I would tell Asher about it but I didn’t want to bother him about things like this.

It would be too much of a bother.

“What am I saying?” I hit myself as I stood to my feet.

I was so used to handling things on my own but now I didn’t want him to not know what I did in situations like this. I wanted the both of us to have lots of trust between us.

That way, he could tell me things and I could tell him things without thinking of a way to hide things.

I was beginning to love the new relationship we had.

If we did this often, I was sure we would become well equipped to handle whatever the world could throw at us.

I walked out of the room and headed for his room. Yes, I would tell him.

I opened the door to see it empty. He wasn’t here.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

The children’s chuckles could be heard from the living room and I knew there was only one person who could make them chuckle like that, that was not me.

I walked down the stairs and into the living room to see him playing with the children. It made my heart warm to see them playing like that.

All I could do was smile and wish I had brought them both together sooner.

I decided to leave them alone with their games. I would stay by the door and watch how things played out.

They played for sometime before Layla fell over sleeping.

“Oops,” I heard him say as he swung into action, picking her up. That was my cue to join. He saw me and smiled. “She fell asleep while we were playing.”

“I noticed,” I laughed about taking her from his arms.

“I think I’ll hold onto her for a while,” he smiled, patting her back while moving about endlessly in a spot.

“What are you doing?” I found his actions hilarious.

“I used to see it on television where mothers would move about with their babies. I don’t know why they did it but it seems cool so I’ll do it for her.”

I could only shrug. Watching him interact with the child had me chuckling. It was cute and funny. He had a playful side to him that didn’t involve his legos and whatnot. It involved his interaction with his children.

“I would never give up this for anything in this world,” he said. “If I was told to choose between this and my presidency, it is very clear I will choose this without a doubt in my heart. These three are precious to me. How did I survive all those years without them in my life?”

I had no idea but they were a bundle of joy to me so I loved them more than anything in the world.

“Let’s take them to bed. They look sleepy,” I pointed to the other two who fell on their toys.

“Oh dear,” he laughed.

I carried one of them while he carried the other and we entered their rooms, placing them in their beds.

They slept peacefully while I stayed in his arms as we watched the trio sleep like nothing mattered to them.

“This is beautiful,” he smiled. “I have a full family now. I can’t see anything that would destroy this.”

I would, I thought to myself. Delia was up in my arse about trying to find things about me.

If she wanted to destroy me, she was going for the lowest of the lows she could find. She wasn’t trying to play fair anymore, this was a fight she wanted to win at all cost. It didn’t matter if I died or not, she was going behind me to know how to take me down.

“As soon as the divorce papers are served to Delia, let’s talk about something more important.”

I looked up at him to see the twinkle in his eyes. Whatever he was talking about made him excited.

“What is that?” I smiled.

“Marriage. That’s it.”

That was a word I didn’t know would make me smile so much. It used to be a curse but now it was a blessing.

I was shocked beyond words and absolutely touched that he would bring up such a thing.

“Y-yeah,” I stammered. “Sure. I’d love that.”

“I’d do that, but then I’d need to propose to you properly.”

I laughed at the thought of him proposing to me to marry him and blushed.

We laughed and entered his bedroom.

My bedroom was now there in case I needed to relax when I needed my alone time. This was my new favorite room now.

Delia entered my mind again but I pushed it aside.