Mafia Boss Runaway Pregnant Wife

Allen could no longer count how many times she woke up crying and trembling from just a simple dream.

A dream of laughter, soft kisses, loving touches, and promises of staying together forever If it's just anyone else, those dreams would probably be the perfect way to start a day. However, Allen wasn't just anyone else, and those dreams weren't just fake scenarios the mind sometimes made up; they were memories of a time Allen thought would never end.

Maybe the fact that she was completely wrong was what made those dreams horrible for her. Maybe it's the fact that those dreams are memories of a time long gone and how they kept on reminding Allen about it nearly every day-maybe that's why she always feels so broken every time it happens.

On particularly bad days, there would be intrusive thoughts trying to convince him to just run away. Some of those thoughts would sympathize with her sadness; the rest would pity her for all the things that had happened. Either way, Allen couldn't help but sometimes let those negativities swallow her whole.

"I always got left behind by the people I love, Allen. Sorry, I can't let you go; you are mine. Don't make things difficult for yourself."

"Maybe if you try to understand him a little, but he would never kill your family."

"Allen, stay inside; don't go anywhere; Sebestian needs us."

"Mum?"

Ah. The only reason Allen has never completely succumbed to those harmful thoughts

As she blinks the tears away, Allen sees a young boy by the door to her bedroom. Her baby, six years old now, with jet black hair, rosy cheeks, and round eyes, loves and cares for him more than the world.

"Alexander, come here, baby."

Her pup is Alexander James, not Will.

Alexander is Allen's world. Her whole universe, even The child she didn't even know she carried when she ran away from her husband She lived a destructive life after the separation; she ran away from their half-empty house because half of her soul had left. She didn't even pack anything when she left-just the key to her worn-down bike-and drove way past speed limits away from the streets of the city. She lived on the streets scared that he would find her, and she would've most likely driven herself to insanity and was literally starving herself to death-and she would probably be too if it weren't for a kind guy who found her pitiful unconscious self next to a dumpster.

The guy took her to the nearest hospital, took care of her in a way Allen wasn't even capable of, and was very patient with her despite Allen's clear intention of ending her life. She literally fought Alvin tooth and nail in the busy halls of the hospital, crying out about how there was really no point to living anymore.

Allen would've probably succeeded in jumping off the hospital's roof had Alvin not shouted out in time to tell Allen that she was pregnant.

Allen would forever be grateful for what Alvin did for her, much more so for telling Allen about her pregnancy. The news made Allen freeze in her steps long enough for Alvin to pull her back to safety.

There were a lot of mixed emotions that Allen felt at the time. It wasn't like she was suddenly "healed" when she knew she was carrying; quite the opposite, actually. She was inconsolable from then on. She was wailing like a wounded animal, scratching her skin until it tore open, and stopping only because she was both sedated and tied to her bed. In her haze, she was asking her husband, 'No, he is dangerous for my child; he killed my family; he can harm my child.'

It took a lot of time and a lot of tears and blood until finally Allen was somewhat calm enough to think of what she should do next. Bringing Alexander to the world safely had been her first thought and instantly became her number one priority because, in her mind at the time, Alexander was the only reminder of Sebestian that she still had.

However, as time went by, Alexander became a miracle on its own for Allen. Her son came to her as a fulfillment of her dream of having a family, one that was partly broken when she saw her husband's true face. Alexander became Allen's sole purpose for living her life, her only reason to keep a smile on her face. Alexander became the warrior that will always battle her sadness away, as apparently Allen is to Alexander too, according to him.

Allen was shaken out of her thoughts when her son quite literally crashed into her embrace, tipping Allen's body back to the bed and burying his face in the crook of Allen's neck, like he always does in the morning.

"I love you, mommy," Alexander says in a mumble, still loud enough for Allen to hear.

Ah. The fresh tears that Allen just let out are completely different from the ones she woke up with.

"I love you too, my heart," she replies with a firm kiss to the top of Alexander's head, "so, so much."

Their morning continues on for about ten minutes like this: Alexander cuddles his mother as best he can, washing away the sadness from Allen's arm.

Alexander might have mastered the art of walking correctly now and has already told Allen countless times that he's capable of walking on his own, yet it never stops Allen from carrying her son in her arms to get down the stairs and into the kitchen every morning. It has become a little tradition for both of them somehow, and big boy Alexander would just let his mommy carry him without a word, but only at this time of the day.

"My baby is so heavy already," Allen notes, with amusement clear in her tone. "I swear you were not this heavy and this tall yesterday."

Allen could swear she felt her son puffing out his chest at her words. She held back her laughter when she heard the pride loud and clear in Alexander's tone: "I am growing up; of course I am getting heavier and taller!"

"Mmhh," Allen hums along, making it sound like she's not quite convinced by Alexander's statement. "And why exactly would my baby want to grow up so fast?"

The moment the question left Allen's lips, it was almost as if it flipped a hidden switch in Alexander's attitude. From a clingy baby hiding away in his mother's arms, Alexander suddenly pulls his head back to face Allen with his stars-dotted eyes, excitement so apparent in his eyes that his small body shakes with it.

"I want to be so many things, mommy! I want to be a teacher like you!" her son exclaims, which brings mirth to Allen as well.

"Yeah? You want to be like me?"

Alexander grins, a fascinating mix of his alpha father and Allen's, and says, "Yeah, I want to teach others to."

"You really want it, heartbeat. But when?" Allen asks, now getting as excited as her son.

"Uh huh... when I'm an adult!"

Allen fakes a frown and says, "Didn't you just say you were growing up already?" Allen hums in fake confusion. "Or was I just hearing things?"

The way Alexander's already wide eyes widen even more is truly a comical experience, and Allen has to hold herself back from bursting out in laughter. He sputters when he tries to defend himself. I've grown up; I'm now an adult, mommy. I am no longer a baby!"

This time, Allen finally lets out an endeared laughter that has her throwing her head back for a couple of seconds. God. Her son is so precious that whenever he wants to correct his statement, he messes up his speech instead.

"You can be a grownup, yet you will always be mommy's baby," She explains as soon as she calms down from her laughter. "There's nothing wrong with that!"

"But I never help you with teaching! Only the big kids do, mommy! I don't like being a baby!"

Another bout of happy laughter flows freely from Allen's lips. She kisses her son on the forehead with all the love she has for him, saying, "Oh, my heart, all you have to do is ask."

As Alexander practically bounced himself off of Allen's arms like the ball of joy that he is, Allen hoped that no matter how pitiful it started, today was going to be a good day for both of them.

Allen likes the way her life is going without blood or guns, and Alvin is the main reason why she is happy today with her baby. He not only stopped Allen from putting a period after the phrase of her life story, but he also showed Allen how to keep on going.

Allen learned to care for herself because Alvin cared when she couldn't.

"I'm so glad I met you, Alvin," Allen would say every time she got reminded of her past, and at first, Alvin would just grunt and hide his progressively reddening face, complaining about how cheesy she sounded. As time went by, he would just chuckle and say, "I know."

Today, however, Alvin's reply changed into something else.

"And I you."

Big, brown eyes stalk after the blue treat sticking out of the stranger's pocket like a warm sun warming its sight on a defenseless baby elk in the wild.

His small tongue licking over his lips, the boy starts on his pursuit and leaves from his spot near the shopping cart.

He watches the sway of the treat as the stranger walks.

It's his only target. The owner of said treat might as well be a dull, gray background. Like in the storybooks his mother reads him at bedtime,

He gains on his 'prey', licking at the corner of his mouth, his small feet tracking after it smoothly. Precisely.

His mother always complains about how fast he is.

One minute, he's there. The next thing, he's gone.

Even so, he's very proud of his speed. No matter how much his mother complains about it.

The stranger suddenly stops, glancing at something on their cell phone, and for the boy, it seems like his lucky day.

He smiles big and goes for it.

He prowls up beside the stranger, 'sinks his claws into' his 'prey, and swiftly snags it.

The stranger almost immediately realizes what happened and looks down at the boy, grinning wide and already trying to open what he's stolen out of his pocket.

"That's my chocolate bar!" The stranger whines in a tone that oddly fits their deep voice.

The boy freezes at that and finally raises his eyes to take a look at the person, and a large pair of eyes stare down at him from beneath the hat the man's wearing. The man doesn't appear threatening.

"O-Oh, .." The boy stammers, realizing what he's done and knowing right off the bat that he's wrong. He pouts a little, glancing at the candy bar and then back up at the man. "Um, if I apologize, can I still have it?"

The man opens his mouth to speak again but feels himself almost melt on the spot, especially when the green cat shirt the child is wearing puts his adorableness into full effect. The kid's presence is one he feels like he knows somehow, with very full lips and a bop-able nose.

"Unfortunately, that's not how it actually works, squirt." He pockets his phone and lowers himself to the child's level, squatting to his knees. "I know you may not understand this, but I really need that candy bar, and I used the last bit of change I had on me to get it. You see, I'm in the middle of my important work and needed a bit of sugar to get me through the rest of the evening, so,

The boy nods, lips parted like he understands, and he looks back down at the candy bar in his hand. He still wants it.

The man sighs, since the kid clearly still doesn't want to return it.

"How old are you?" He decides to ask lightheartedly.

The boy's stare is back on the man. "I'm..." He takes an innocent moment to count on his other hand before he answers, "Three!" and holds up three fingers in addition to his answer.

"Ah..," The man nods, understanding the boy's impulsiveness a bit better now.

"And your mom."

"I'm here with Uncle Alvin; mom sent me."

The man freezes when he hears the particular name. He was about to ask something, but the little boy was already gone.

Alvin?

Six-year-old?

His mom sends him... shit.

The man instantly dials someone's number; he is trying hard to control his shaking hand.

"Boss, it's her. She had a child, and Alvin, he... hello boss? Hello?"

"Fuck, we are all dead."

Since her school is basically near her house, Allen needs to travel no more than a few steps. Alvin, however, works at a small recording studio near the town market, a place so close to Alexander pre-school. It is why, especially since the year started, it's mostly Alvin who takes Alexander to pre-school.

If Allen finishes her class early, she'll tag along with her neighbor, Lady Jane, in her car to pick up Alexander. Sometimes the mother-son duo would spend some quality time in the marketplace, buying ice cream and rice cakes.

They would either return home by bus or with Alvin again if the Alpha was ready to go back.

Today is no different than those days, with a bounce in her steps as she steps down from the bus, Allen heads straight to the school her son attends. Some of the small store owners along the way greet Allen with a smile, which she returns as politely as she can.

As a single mother, there's been a certain stigma around them for as long as she can remember. It's a baseless hatred that is obviously very unwarranted, but since it's how it has always been, all Allen can do is just live around it. Which is why, out of ten people who look her way with a smile on their faces, she knows for a fact that there's at least one who actually means it.

She just doesn't know (and is too exhausted to bother to) which is it. Every time she goes to pick up Alexander, she has zero intention of thinking of anything else but having a good day with her baby. Even Alexander's homeroom teacher hates her with a passion because of her being a single mother.

Which is why Allen thanks the gods above that Alexander is not a thing about her. Even living in poverty, male and female with each other are still respected more than even single mother in power.

Allen shakes off her wandering thoughts just as she arrives right in front of the school gate. She's not seeing the familiar figure of her baby yet, but she could see some of his classmates starting to come out of the school building. Alexander is probably following closely behind them, so Allen makes herself comfortable by leaning against the side of the gate.

True to her beliefs, no longer than a minute later, Alexander walks out with some of her friends that Allen half recognizes. There are a couple more, but Alexander never talked about them, which probably means that they are not as close as he is with them.

It takes even less for Alexander to finally realize she is here, and when the young boy does, his whole demeanor lights up like the sky when the morning sun is fully out of its hiding place.

"Mommy!" The grin on his face is just as bright as Alexander's when Allen once again feels a baby barrel straight into her embrace. She plants kisses on the crown of his son's head, or any place she could reach, with the way Alexander is nose-deep into her neck. Again.

"Hi, my heart," Allen greets back, her heart feeling extra full and warm when the contentment of

Alexander's smile is strong enough to be caught by Allen's loneliness.

This is why she opts for to pick Alexander up herself whenever she's not too busy.

"You had a great time today?"

Alexander hums, still not yet done with his cuddling session. So Allen just chuckles and bends down a little to pick her son up. "Do you want to talk about it now, or should we wait until we get ourselves some dessert?"

That finally brings Alexander's face away from Allen's neck. With his eyes that sparkle like a night sky littered with stars, Alexander agrees easily. So easy that big boy Alexander doesn't even mention being carried in the arms of his mommy in front of his peers.

After a brief session of "see you tomorrow, Allen walks away from the school with Alexander humming contentedly on her shoulders.

She remembers how six years ago she would cry on the hospital bed, wondering why the deities above were cruel enough to give her a baby when her husband is a criminal who lied to her. Pregnant Allen was wailing in pain, begging gods, goddesses, anyone-whoever could hear her first-to make her husband a good person that she'd be willing to trade the growing child inside her stomach.

Yet Allen of today, despite not wanting Sebestian to find her, if he did, she would do everything in her power to keep Alexander safe in her embrace forever. She will never let that man take her life away.

The dessert destination of the day is this pretty old shop that sells the best shaved ice around. Allen and Alexander, sometimes along with Alvin, often went to this specific place because of that. The shop owner, an old woman, loves having them around and is always full of praise for Alexander and how well Allen is raising him. She prefers this shop better than the one across the street (the ice cream café), and it seems like her son shares the same sentiment too, judging by how earlier he pointed at the shop as soon as it was within eyesight.

Walking inside the worn-out yet homey shop always feels like taking a break from a very tiring day. Alexander is all smiles when he spots the old woman by the cashier, and she returns the smile as soon as she spots the mother-son duo.

"Allen, Alexander! Welcome!" She greets them as they stop right in front of her. Allen bows a little and smiles as well, her hands still full of Alexander, who is still comfortable in his mommy's embrace.

"Good day, grandma," Alexander greets back excitedly, only one second faster than his mommy, making the adults present smile at him. "I can't wait to eat the shaved ice you told me about last time!"

"Sure, my love." The old lady said that both mother and son duo spent their evening eating and laughing.

Without realizing that someone is following them and even giving all their information to the one whom Allen is running for years.

One Week Later:

It's the last week of the current month, and all Allen has thought about these days is money. From the minute she woke, she started counting: the splash of milk in the coffee, the tear in her clothes, the ever-increasing price of gas.

A decade ago, she wouldn't even have considered anything beyond her immediate desires. But now, as a single mother with her son, it swallowed her every waking moment, even as she waited to pick her child up from school.

"Mommy!" Alexander shouted as the door swung open and he climbed into the stained and tearing back seat.

Allen sighed, his hand reaching back to ruffle Alexander's hair.

Today she asks Jane for her car so she can drive her baby nearby. Alexander has been falling down for a couple of days.

"My teacher said my painting today was very impressive," Alexander said, raising his hands into air quotes. "I think she wants me to draw her."

Allen laughs at her son and says, "You're only baby; are you sure that's allowed?"

"Mommy, I am a big boy." Alexander said, which made Allen laugh even harder this time.

"Sure, my love." She shook her head and started driving.

When she was pregnant, Allen liked the house for the garden. When they were little, the baby played in it, tumbling over her, giggles darting through the air.

That had been worth dealing with the peeling paint and constant leaks from the roof, with winter air always finding a way in.

"Heartbeat, go inside; I am going to give Aunt Jane her car back," Allen said to her son, who nodded with a big smile and did as he told while munching his chocolate.

Allen then parks Jane's car on her driveway and thanks her while taking the surprise that she brings for her son.

Everything is perfect in her life because of her baby, including her nightmares and money, but these days she feels like someone is watching her, but she always lets it go. People are always watching her because of her status; she knows very well that no one wants her among them, and to be fair, Allen also didn't need an husband.

Well, Allen had gone shopping yesterday, and her heartbeat was in the house doing his god knows what, and when she asked him to come, he said, He wants to do some Big Boy work'

Allen just laughs and lets him; she actually tries to give him everything he needs as a child. Allen also knows her baby wants a father, or at least he wants to know about him, but she can't give it to him, and being a big boy, Alexander never asks about his father; he knows his mother is only for him.

'Sorry, my heartbeat, I can't give you a father.'

After she does some snack shopping, she starts walking fast for home. She knows her heartbeat must be starving, so she needs to go fast to make something as soon as possible.

After walking, she finally reached her house. 'Mommy is coming, heartbeat.'

As she unlocks the door, locks it again, and sees where her heartbeat is, her heat stops.

Bump

Her shopping bag fell on the floor, and her eyes became wide with horror.

There was a Sebestian Will sitting on her small couch with all his friends, and he has her heartbeat in his lap, who is sleeping peacefully.

Tears started gathering in her eyes. God, please tell me it's a dream.

"Hey, love, it's been a while."

"Miss me?"