Prologue!

Edited by Goddamnit_Kyle. Thank you so much for helping me out :)

This chapter is basically the story of their past, just to let you all know about their characters and relations. As the title says, it's a PROLOGUE and not a chapter! This might seem a little boring to you, but the juicy stuff is inside.

Enjoy.

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"But momma, Sammy wants to pway!"

"It's your bedtime, baby. Go to bed." I told my three-year-old son, Sam, who was more eager to play with his car toys than go to bed.

"Sammy don't want to!" He whined like the little baby he is.

"Sammy, do you want momma to get angry?" I ask in a stern voice, placing my hands on my hips and pretending to be angry. But, let's face it, it is ridiculously hard to be angry at such an innocent face.

Sam looked up at me with his big hazel eyes and dark brown hair, the same as mine. Sam is not my biological son, but he looks exactly like me.

Coincidence, right?

He's the son of my Aunt Mila and Uncle Steve. Aunt Mila was not my real aunt as my mom was an only child, but Aunt Mila was her first cousin and her best friend. She considered her as her real sister and she was the best aunt I could have ever asked for, real or not. Just five months before Sam was born, Uncle Steve passed away from lung cancer. He was addicted to alcohol and smoking, but he wasn't a typical messy drunkard. He had a very cheerful personality, like a big teddy bear.

Sadly, a day before Sam's birth, Aunt Mila was diagnosed with breast cancer. There was a possibility that her cancer would spread to the baby, but thankfully the doctor's assured that he would be okay.

I have always been fond of children, so when I heard the news I proposed the idea of adopting Sam. She accepted right away, not because she didn't want to keep Sam, but because she simply didn't have the time, money, or energy to raise a baby. I filled out the adoption papers and the process was complete the day Sam was born. My parents were surprisingly happy with my decision, and have supported me since day one.

He's momma's spoiled little angel. I strived to give him not only what he needed, but what he wants too. My family is rich, but not Christian Grey rich. We are like the middle-class of the rich community. I can buy Gucci or Chanel maybe once or twice a month, but not daily or weekly and that too only because my parents keep on sending me money considering how I don't earn much right now. His grandparents, i.e., my parents, and I have always spoiled him.

That's the harsh reality of life, it doesn't matter from where you graduated, you'll only find a good job if you have working experience and you'll get working experience only if you have a job. See how twisted it is?

I was nineteen when I adopted him three years ago. Now, at twenty-two, I couldn't be more happy with my decision. He always speaks about himself in third-person, an innocent and sweet trait of his.

I moved out of my hometown and headed to Los Angeles three months ago, just after I graduated with a bachelor's degree with my best friend Matt. No, we don't share an apartment, even though he wanted us to because of his fear of the dark, but I declined his offer as sweetly as I could. This didn't stop him from getting an apartment right next to mine though, not that I'm complaining.

Matt is a year older than me. We met at Yale and have been best friends ever since. Matt used to be a player in his high school days, but it's not his fault that girls actually throw themselves at him. He was, and still is, devastatingly handsome. This combined with his bad boy charms makes him irresistible. He has a pair of ocean blue eyes and light brown hair. Not only is he incredibly hot, but he's also an amazing cook.

So why haven't I fallen for him already?

To put it simply, he's gay.

Like any other cliché novel out there.

He didn't fully know until college. He had been unsure of his feelings, so he continued on his destructive path.

Using girls like tissues.

Matt is and always has been a very light-hearted and comedic friend. However, out of the two of us, he is definitely the more polite one. It's not like i'm super rude, but my introverted self can barely utter a simple hi.

All of a sudden, I'm pulled out of my daydream.

"I don't wike momma angwy!" Sam sniffed, his eyes turning glossy.

Aww, poor baby.

"Then can you go to bed, please?"

"Can Sammy shleep wif momma?" He asks in a small voice. He really is momma's boy. He can't even go without me for ten minutes, which is the only reason I take him to my workplace, Mocs' Café. I was kind of scared that my manager Jenna wouldn't like me bringing my personal life into my work life, but thankfully she loves babies.

Not being able to leave Sam alone was the only reason why I couldn't find a good job. My options were very limited and those included just bunch of different cafe's. My degree in business sat there on the bottom drawer of my cupboard uselessly.

Also, a question that I got asked many time since I was in college — Why do you need to work if you are so rich?

Obviously, to become independent. I can't lay off my parents' money for my entire life. I want to make my own path, my own life and even though it would be easy to just live on my parents' money, I chose a different path, a normal path, a path where I try and make my own life and stand on my own feet and Matt has been a biggest support in this.

I don't like my parents spending so much money after Sam as if they own him. They already have enough expenses to pay for and I don't want to burden them. As Sam's mother, it is my duty to fulfill his needs and wishes. They still pamper him with expensive gifts that he won't know how to use. I mean, what was the use of gifting a two year old a remote-control car?

Absolutely nothing!

I tried explaining this to them, but they wouldn't budge so I let it go.

"Of course hon! C'mon, let's go." He raised his arms so I could pick him up. His small head rested on my shoulder as I headed to my room.

I placed him on the bed, pulling the blanket over him and sliding beside him. I stroked his little hair, knowing that it calmed him. He fell asleep soon after. His tiny hands held my bicep as he curled into a little ball, like a caterpillar.

Definitely a cute one.

My eyelids slowly closed as I drifted off to sleep.

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Poke. Poke. Poke.

I felt someone poking my arm, but I ignored it, going back to sleep.

Poke. Poke. Poke.

I opened my left eye, annoyed at the disturbance. Sam was standing by the bed in his superman night suit, his finger poised in the air, as if he was mid-poke. His hair was ruffled and he had eye-boogers.

"Sammy is hungwy!"

Looks like the little devil woke up before me once again.

A sleepy smile formed as I sat up, pulling him onto my lap. I kissed his forehead as he grinned, looking up at me. "What do you want to eat?" I ask.

"Sammy wants panky." He said, grinning from ear to ear.

Pancakes are his favourite dish, so I should've seen that coming. He can't yet say 'pancakes' though, so he calls it 'panky'.

I stood up from the bed with Sam in my arms and walked to the bathroom. I pushed the door open, setting him down on the side of the sink. After brushing his teeth, washing his face, and doing his business, he wiped his face with a towel and hands it to me.

"Sammy, can you please go to your room and play, Momma will be out soon." Hee nods his head, running to his little toy-filled play area. He's a very respectful son.

Ten minutes later, my mouth no longer smelled like stale food and my eyes were booger-free. I sauntered over to the kitchen and began to prepare the pancake batter.

While I set the table, I heard the piercing sound of the doorbell reverberate around the apartment. As I opened the door, I saw Matt standing there with a pillow hugged tightly to his chest, ruffled hair, and dark circles under his eyes.

Looks like someone had a bad dream again!

"Enna! You won't believe what happened in my dream!" He whined as he plopped down on the couch.

"What?" I eagerly asked. His dreams have always been humourous, and I often find myself looking forward to hearing about them.

"Dracula! Can you believe it?! And he even told me that if I tell anyone about it, then he will kill me. And oh, those scary looks—"

"Sometimes I feel like I'm raising two kids instead of one." I say, walking towards the dining table and placing the syrup down.

"Aw c'mon! You never believe me!" He says quietly, a hurt look on his face.

I immediately felt guilty, even though we both know I'm not wrong.

"Sorry Mattie." I mutter, looking down at my feet shamefully.

"Enna..you do know I'm kidding, right?" I simply look up, not knowing how to respond. I thought he was seriously sad.

"Sienna Jacob Collins! For how long have you known me?!" I was about to say four years when he spoke again. "Your entire life you've known me and you still don't know when I'm joking!"

"Matt, we only met four years ago." He dramatically sighed, glancing at my staring into my confused eyes and placing his hands on my shoulders.

"Enna, don't you know that saying?" I shook my head, growing more and more confused.

"Babe, haven't you heard the phrase, 'I've only known you for four years, but it feels like I've known you my entire life'?"

We chuckled at my stupidity when Sam came running towards Matt. My son absolutely loves Matt!

"Uncle Mattie!" Matt picked him up and whirled around in a circle, causing Sam to burst into a fit of giggles.

"Hey munchkin! How are ya doin'?"

"Sammy is good, but better now that you're here!"

"Sam, pancakes are ready. Come here, sit with momma." I announced, pouring chocolate syrup on his pancakes.

"Hey Matt, do you want caramel sauce?" I ask.

"Aw, you know me so well." He laughs, sitting down on the chair opposite me.

My apartment is actually a gift from my parents. When I told them about my decision to move out, they decided to buy me this apartment. I attempted to decline the offer, but in the end I agreed.

The apartment is located in the wealthy side of town, so even though it has three bedrooms, two bathroom, a kitchen, and a dining room, it was still pretty huge. Matt bought his apartment using his savings of more than three years.

After breakfast, Sam went back to playing with his toys, leaving Matt and I to clean everything. After wiping down the table, we both plopped down on the couch in the living room.

"Matt, I need to find a job with more pay. As Sam grows, he'll need more. I don't think I can work at the café forever."

"You've definitely spoiled him babe." He jokes while I shrug, not being able to deny it.

"Well, how about applying for some job interviews?" He asks.

"I think I can start searching from tomorrow and hope for the best."

"You'll definitely get the job on your first interview!" He says, his contagious smile making me smile.

I can only hope that I get a good job quickly. As Sam grows, his expenses will grow too. I don't want my number one reason to not buy him something to be 'I don't have enough money.'

Right now, all I can do is rest and wait for tomorrow.

Fingers crossed.

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So, the first chapter is here. Like Sienna, my fingers are also crossed. I hope that you guys like this chapter and thanks for reading this.

Cya till the next update!