Married at 19 novel Chapter 61

　　I have a day off today and also not on call since I deserved a leave too. I have been working so hard for this year and I think want a day off to spend it with my son, Danish. Therefore, I brought Danish to the mall along with Ivy and Dylan too....yeah...he begged me to let him follow me actually. I really don't understand, why he kept bothering me and my son.

　　He is really stressing me out lately.

　　We arrived at the mall with Dylan’s car as he picked us at our house this morning. My baby seemed so excited as soon as we saw the mall sign and more excitedly as we went inside of the mall.

　　"I need to see someone for a while,” my sister said to me. “Is it okay with you?" she then whispered to me as Dylan came approached us after parked the car on the basement parking lot.

　　I gave her a smirk, "Are going to meet Keith?"

　　She startled a bit along with her eyes widened, "W-what...um..I..well..."

　　I patted her shoulder. "Don't worry, just go. I will text you if we are ready to leave the mall. Besides, Dylan is here with me to keep me company."

　　She quickly gave me a hug, "Thank you big sis!"

　　I rubbed her back, "You're welcome,” then released the hug. “Now go, he must be waiting for you."

　　Ivy nodded then leaned towards Danish to give him a peck on cheek, "I promise I'll text you, Bella," Ivy swiftly went to the north side of the mall to meet Keith who happened to be her boyfriend.

　　"She seems so happy." Oh, I forgot that Dylan was here with us. Her deep voice really startled me out.

　　I gave him a fake smile and then quickly pushed Danish's stroller forward while looking around the shops in the mall.

　　"Hey....don't leave me, Bella!" he shouted from my backside.

　　Oh please.....even Danish didn't act like childishly like him. And I really hate him did that. It not suits him at all.

　　"Dylan, please low your voice down a bit,” I said to him as he stood beside me. “It's embarrassing, you know."

　　He grinned sheepishly, "Sorry."

　　I rolled her eyes to him then crouched beside of the Danish’s stroller, "Do you want some ice cream, Danish?"

　　My son who was playing with his toy, immediately stopped when heard the ‘ice cream’ words. "Weally, mommy?" He asked excitedly.

　　I fixed his messy hair a bit. "Of course, my little boy."

　　He grinned widely, "Yeay....I want it!!! I want it!!!" then cheered happily in his stroller.

　　"Alright then." I kissed his forehead. "I need you to stay with Uncle Dylan for awhile, okay?"

　　Danish nodded once as he understood my words.

　　"Dylan..." I moved my gaze to the tall dark brown hair guy beside me.

　　"Yes, Bella," he responded in instant.

　　"I need to get ice cream for Danish,” I continued. “So I need you to stay with him a bit. Just watch him, okay?"

　　"Okay, I will,” he made a salute position then grabbed Danish’s stroller handle from my hands. “Don't worry, Bella, he will be safe with me." He bumped his fist on his wide chest. “Believe me.”

　　Oh Dylan…please be matured a bit, will ya?

　　"Mommy will be right back, okay?" I touched my son's pointed nose then headed to the nearest Baskin Robbins on this floor.