We Want Mommy Not You Daddy (Cedar) novel Chapter 127

Cedar’s POV

I remembered our agreement–when alone, he could call me

“Mommy.” The thought brought an unexpected warmth to my chest.

I crouched down to his level. “Aiden, what are you doing here?”

“I saw you come outside, so I followed.” His perfect little mouth

formed a slight pout. “I wanted to give you something.”

An uneasy feeling settled in my stomach. “What is it?”

“It’s a car key.” He extended his small palm, revealing a sleek

electronic fob. “A blue convertible. It’s waiting in the parking garage.

My gift to you.” His dark eyes held a plea. “Please accept it, Mommy?”

Ridley had arranged for a condo. And now Aiden was offering a car.

“Aiden, listen to me,” I said gently. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate the

thought, but there’s no reason for me to accept such an expensive

gift. Please, keep the key. If you really want to give me something,

maybe write me a letter instead? I love the surprise of receiving

handwritten notes.”

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Disappointment clouded his small face. Yet I could see his analytical

mind processing my words, understanding the logic even as his

emotions struggled to keep up.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, looking down at his polished shoes.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” I assured him, resting my hands

on his small shoulders. “In fact, I should be giving you something.”

“Why?” His confusion was evident.

“Because seeing you unexpectedly has brightened my entire day.

When I’m happy, I want to share that happiness. So tell me, what

would you like? As long as it’s within my budget, it’s yours.”

Aiden blinked, suddenly shy. “Anything is really okay?”

“Of course!” I paused, adding with a small laugh, “Though, as you

know, I don’t have unlimited resources, so nothing too extravagant…”

‘It’s not expensive,” he said, the tips of his ears turning pink. “Could

you… maybe…”

I couldn’t quite hear his mumbled request. “Could you speak up a

little?”

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“I want Mommy to kiss me!” he blurted out, eyes squeezed shut, his

face flushing crimson.

I should have been able to kiss Aiden’s cheek without hesitation–it

was a simple, maternal gesture. Yet I found myself paralyzed by the

uncanny similarity to his father, creating the unsettling illusion that

I might be kissing Ridley himself.

“Mommy, don’t you want to kiss me?” Aiden’s voice trembled, his eyes

glistening with the threat of tears.

I could see in Aiden’s expression that he’d been dreaming of this

simple affection.

Aiden’s eyes met mine, those usually composed gray eyes now

rimmed with red. Something tightened in my chest at the sight. Even

after only knowing him a few weeks, seeing him upset felt like a

physical ache.

“Aiden, sweetheart, close your eyes for a moment,” I said softly.

Without hesitation, he obeyed, long lashes fluttering down against

his cheeks. I leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead,

the kind of maternal gesture that came so naturally now, despite our

complicated circumstances.

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