(A/N): Wooo this took forever to make. Yall been waiting for awhile huh? Sorry, my Bigamy book keeps me busy, but the good news is I've recently gotten back to it with great ideas that I cannot wait. Marco deserves happiness and I really want to continue this book so I'll try to make this book active as well from now on. Please enjoy~

P.s: This chapter is a 2 part POV of your daily routine, the reader and the next is Marco with Jaime.

The ringing of your alarm goes off twice. One as a first warning and the second to fully wake you. You sit up fast with a gasp. Messy hair slams in your face from your speedy arise. You hit the snooze button and sigh heavily. Another dreadful day of nothing but work. Work which puts food on the table for you and your son to survive. Survival of the fittest is what it's come to for you. A lesson you learned after your heart got torn then discarded.

After dressing in your chosen office attire, you barge into Jaime's room to pack some of his necessities into a duffle bag. Today will be the first day you drop him off to his new caretaker, Marco. You felt skeptical about it, and yet you agreed to have already told Mrs. Mitchel about switching baby sitters. The only option is to go through with it and see how this turns out. You blush, nervously you would be seeing him again. Maybe even more often if it goes well? You dismiss the thoughts to shake your son awake. He groans stirring, fighting against you. You sigh knowing you'd have to struggle with the lad. He loves his sleep, therefore waking him up is always a chore.

"Come on baby, it's time for me to go to work." You begged. He whimpers turning his back against you trying to hide. "I gotta take you over to Marco's." The name perks the child's ears. Quickly, he turns to face you inquisitively. "That's right he's going to take care of you today, remember? Don't you want to see him?" Jaime gives a tired nod whereas you helped raise him to his feet to place a jacket over him and his shoes. "Come on, let's have breakfast before I take you."

"Okay." He yawned stumbling into the kitchen.
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Here you are parked on the curb in front of Marco's home. The clean atmosphere, the landscape aesthetic like a painting. The morning rays broadcasted amongst the sky allowed you to get a better view of the surrounding. You spot free range overlayed with an array of trees. The location honestly made sense as to why Marco is calm and collected. You wondered more about what kind of job he carries to afford such a place. Not that you wanted to know more about him or anything. You could do everything on your own just as you have been all your life. You nod in agreement to yourself until Jaime spoke up, "Mommy, what are we waiting for?"

"O-oh, nothing at all. I was just thinking." You lower your gaze to your lap about reconsidering. Jaime being perceptive takes notice.

"I'll be fine, mama. Marco seems nice and if anything happens I will call you just like you told me to do." He assured. You smile fondly at the boy wanting to pick him up and embrace him with all your might. You have no idea how blessed you are to have such a sweetheart who can see right through you. Either way, you wouldn't trade him for the world. He's your light when clouds are gray, your purpose.

"Thank you, baby. I know you will." You cooed. "Now let's head over or I'll be late for work." The boy nods in agreement unfastening the belt from his seat.

You cursed at yourself when approaching the door. You didn't exactly specify the time you'd be dropping Jaime off to Marco, you just told him tomorrow. Hopefully, he is an early bird. You wouldn't know what to do if not.

Knuckles drag up at the door giving it three audible knocks then waiting for a sign. The long pause felt like hours when it's only been seconds. Your nerves jumbled around impatiently while stealing small glances of your tired son. Anxiety rose when you hear footsteps. Your body instructed itself to fix posture as well as dewrinkle your clothes, and tuck any loose strands out of your face. The door swings open greeted by a tall, orange-haired man with a curved patch on his chin. You tilt your head puzzled. Did you perhaps get the address wrong? No, this is the exact house and street from last night. A roommate maybe? They give you a lopsided grin.

"Oh, well hello~" He chimed queerly.

"Um...yes, hello. Pardon the early intrusion, but is Marco home?" You asked.

"Yes, he is. He's upstairs taking a shower. He told me to answer the door for you. You must be the mother of this adorable child he'll be babysitting." Jaime blushes lightly never been complimented by a man. He scoots closer to you, clasping your skirt, fickled. Thatch sweatdrops when his attempts to comfort the kid backfires realizing he came on too strong. His attention returns to you, "I'm Thatch, it's nice to meet you." He offered his hand to shake which you return.

"A pleasure." You turn to your son who stares at Thatch questionably. Your thought's exactly. "Jaime, baby, I have to go now. Have a good day, I'll pick you up around midnight okay?" You kiss his forehead farewell as Thatch steps aside for the little guy to enter. He was unsure until you gave him a gentle push.

"Make yourself at home." The man chirped. The ebony haired boy takes it to heart situating on the sofa.

"I have a small list for him to be wary about when it comes to Jaime. He has a lot of allergies. One is deathly some are just minor but it can turn grave if not treated immediately." You hand over the list. "The directions are also listed in case of emergency." You sighed. Thatch sees how perturbed you are delaying the chance to leave without any doubts. A hand is placed on your shoulder as you're directed to his softened expression.

"Hey, relax. He'll be fine. Marco and I are natural babysitters. We adopted and raised three boys. They turned out great." You deadpanned. To Thatch, he felt he had offended you thus correcting himself, "N-not that I'm boasting. I'm sure you are a fantastic mother, darling? I was just saying he's in good hands, that's all." The panic in his voice is evident when correcting himself. The pet name has you blushing a light hue of red.

"No, it's fine. I understand. Thank you so much for this. I really appreciate it." You said gratefully speed walking away. Your head is spinning, heart constricts as you strut over to your car bewildered. You managed to compose before take off. There was no time to doublethink when you're on the clock. Thatch tilts his head perplexed by your abrupt departure.

"Huh, was it something I said?" He questioned as he closed the door.
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'Damn it! What the hell was I thinking? I'm such a fool. Of course, it makes sense!' You growled to yourself slamming your hands on your desk. Co-workers turned to your disgruntled form inquisitive. You could care less about the world when your heart weighed by the new-found information. You drop to your seat holding your head. 'I should have known he was gay. He's too nice and the only one who could actually be so charismatic beyond anyone I've ever encountered.' You sighed heavily. 'Of course, I can't attract the right man. It's impossible when you have a kid around.' You gasp ashamed of yourself for saying such a disheartening thing. 'No...it's not his fault at all. He's my son. I don't regret birthing him. I should hate myself for believing so.' Your jaw clenches, grinding your teeth with rage. The whites of your knuckles visible when balling your hands.

"(L/n)!" An authoritative voice calls out. Your head snaps up to face your manager standing tall with hands on her hips looking down on you with her intimidating presence. "Quit daydreaming and get back to work." Her voice raspy, and commanding it would make your ears bleed.

"Yes, ma'am." You answered with annoyance.

"What was that?" She cupped her ear for a chance to reiterate. You sigh refreshing into a suitable character.

"Yes, ma'am." You chirped. Content, the red-headed woman nods in approval.

"Good, now I need ten copies of this ASAP." A thick packet is slammed on your desk with at least twelve pages. "We're having a meeting and I need to prepare the board room." Laura waddles away humming.

"Bitch." You mumbled under your breath then drag yourself over to the copy machine. "Why the hell are we even using paper anymore? We should do everything on the computer. Less destruction for the planet not to mention it's efficient. Nope, she just likes to be an asshole to me that's why. Fucking fat-ass." You grumbled copying one page after another.

Your first job is hell. You work for a company that sells home security. In other words telemarketing. You did more than sell by phone, you also provided assistance at the office. You've been working at the company for nearly five years. After your son was born you were left with nothing but an empty apartment and an infant. You had no choice but to work and search for a sitter. Since then you've been tolerating the nut case of your supervisor. You made one false move of being snarky, she bites you in the ass like there is no tomorrow. You've ranked up to a veteran practically becoming the second in command of your department. You had to help your fellow co-workers, occasionally be an assistant for Laura and deal with upper management in case she messed up. All the blame befalls on you the punching bag. A harsh taste of reality, yet the pay is better than any job. On holidays it is much rewarding with breaks and pay involved. You're thankful for the days you get to spend with your son. Still, it feels like time is passing before you in a flash as you're unable to be with Jaime and see him grow properly without work being in the way. The thought depresses you pondering if he will grow up to love or hate you, and totally different than he is now? It's difficult being a single mom. To imagine the inevitable outcome of your life without sometimes wishing death to take you, leaving your son behind. Your cold eyes stare at the countdown of copies as you mindlessly flip sides while falling in a trance of your deepest thoughts.

You have to snap out of it. You have to push for Jaime. He is the only one that matters.

The beeping from the printer alarms you of low ink. You groan throwing your head back. The office tends to pose you off for several miniature problems that can easily be solved if people were not lazy. You being the last person to use the copier must replace the capsule of ink with a new one. It would be a piece of cake except for the residue left behind in your hands which inevitably stains your clothes.

"There. Now quit being a piece of junk and copy." You huffed.

After sorting one-hundred-and-twenty papers into packets, you make a beeline into the board room where the meeting is taking place.

"It's about time. What took you so long? Start passing packets out!" Laura whisper shouted. You trudge through, setting packets down for each attendee while their focus is on the presentation. You set the last one down before being called over by one of the executives. You bend down at eye level to hear his request. Unfortunately, harassment is one of the listed items in your job. To you, it happens often than not. Your smile fades to a simple line as he whispers,

"Would you mind fetching water? I'm sure the group would appreciate it." The mid-aged man smiled innocently as he rubs your behind. It took all of you not to sock the man in the face. Laura glares at you from the corner of the room making sure you don't mess up. She gestures you to place a smile on your face which you sadly did.

"Yes sir, right away." You excused yourself from the room taking a detour to the bathroom where you go to vent. "Jackass." You huffed blowing strands of hair off your face. One of the many places for relaxation regardless of shameless couples having sex in the bathroom stall which you have seen countless times. Office jobs seemed to be the most dramatic for you. You wouldn't mind leaving the place if it wasn't for money. You sigh collecting yourself before going back.
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Lunchtime, the one opportunity for you to relax for more than a minute. The area preferred area is being the company's courtyard just outside the corporation. Today is unlike any day where you're always concerned about your child with how delicate he can be. Since day one, you treasure that boy. Text messages are refreshed on one of the benches. No calls, no messages, nothing. It's unusual Jaime has not given you an update. Your right leg shaking impatiently. Several thoughts run through your mind of the possibilities. The break was almost over. You have to make a decision to leave early or not. The hand clock turned one, break time was over.

Just as you rise to return to your cubicle, a ping noise rings off your phone. A photo of Jaime playing video games waving at the camera is sent followed by a text reading,

Sunshine (Jaime): I forgot to send you a photo. I'm having fun with Marco. I hope you're enjoying your lunch. Love you <3

You scoff at the caption but admire the photo only causing you to miss your baby boy. Jaime hasn't smiled genuinely in a long time. A nice change of pace to satisfy the insecurities. Time is keeping you away, however, everything is all for his happiness. Soon you will hold your darling in your arms. It's always a great comfort to look forward to. Satisfied, you advance to your department.
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Eight hours of work always has a person tuckered out enough to kick off shoes and plop on the couch to relieve the stress of today. A heavy sigh is dragged out as soon as you lay down. The firm, cushioning engulfing your tensed body. A hot bath would really make a difference, sadly your tired frame is instantly consumed with sleep just after turning the TV on. The noise was melodic to your ears like a lullaby.

You woke up two and a half hours later rushed as if you have forgotten something. You blink a few times scanning your apartment finding the change of day into night.

"What time is it?" You mumbled pocketing your phone to read the time. "Seven twenty-five." You pout before stretching yourself up with a yawn. "I better get ready." The remaining thirty minutes, you soaked into a hot shower, made a quick meal before setting off to your second job. Your wardrobe consisting of the same outfit shown yesterday when you picked up Jaime. The cuffs are a new addition as well as black rabbit ears resembling a Playboy House waitress. One of the things you hate about your costume, it attracted a lot of questions followed by strangers stares. You no longer knew what your favorite part about work is. They both have their ups and downs. What scared you the most from your second job is where you stand. You know damn well the club organizes some illegal plans. The last thing you need is trouble in your life, yet a job was a job for you to survive.
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Five minutes into your work and already you were busting your ass off. Not that you were complaining, personally the club is way more amusing. Music motivating you, good drinks, easy four-hour work shift that flies by in an instant. It was a sort of reward out of your first crappy job. You mixed drinks, send them to the right folks, offer a beverage here and there and the cycle repeats. Nothing terrible has happened so far in the last year you've been working. Everything is a mainstream pace.

"Hey, (Y/n)!" The bartender hollered. "The boss needs his drink. He's got his pals with him too." A tray filled with different brands of liquor is pushed towards you to serve in the V.I.P. area upstairs. You take a quick glance over your shoulder for your targets,

"Roger that!" You shouted over the loud music. Carefully, resting the tray in the palm of your hand while you balance it out during the walk to your destination. Once there, you pass around drinks to the rightful person. You witnessed your boss, Apoo conversing with a dark-skinned, Caribbean woman. Her appearance flawless, choice of style suited her perfectly like a pop star. You couldn't help but admire her beauty. While doing so, your boss spewed their drink unbearably close to you. You managed to dodge by the slimmest of margins. The tips of your heels are the only thing stained. You groan yet again. It's all you know what to do when your day is shit. The redhead wipes his mouth with his sleeve. The mess he made goes unnoticed turning to you,

"Clean this mess up!" He demanded.

"Yes, sir." You grumbled setting aside the tray first before fetching the mop.

"That's rude!" The Caribbean woman exclaimed in offense, bopping your boss. "Apoo, how do you expect your workers to enjoy their work and keep them when you treat them like shit? This isn't nice. You should ask nicely next time." She turns to you apologetically, "I'm sorry about him. Thank you for your service. I'll make sure that he tips you generously." You nod in acknowledgment rather than say anything in front of your boss who would probably yell at you next time for doing so. You weren't sure if her words are true, but thankful at least one of his friends are considerate. "Also," She continued. "May I have Bailey's with some ice, please?"

'Typical.' You thought, but at least she asked nicely and with a "please" no less. You gladly oblige taking her empty cup off her hands.

"There are plenty of people who want to work here. It's the hottest club in town. Becoming an employee is just another way anyone can get in aside from being a somebody. I don't make the rules of how clubs work. It's just a fact if you wish to gain popularity. If you want to be a friendly business, good luck. You'd plunge in a second. Entrepreneurship isn't for the weak when it comes to rising to the top. Things will get difficult with money on the line, hopes, dreams and risky ideas." Apoo explained with such confidence. You smirk allowing your snarky side to rise and break it down for him.

"It can be easy with the right help. It's really all about location and how you go about it. There are rich folks that rose to the top by being humble. Some of them usually are charitable." You have never seen your boss ticked off in your life as if you just told, "he's wrong". His eyes reflecting fire, face partially red as his blood boils.

'Uh-oh...' You thought.

"What do you know? You're just a lowly waitress. Now get out of my face!" He growled. You spin on your heel grumbling under your breath. Words never stung you, but the reminder of what you are can be harsh. You really are a lowly waitress trying to make ends meet. You slam the tray on the bar stand outraged.

"Ugh! That man is a dick!" You shouted over the loud music. The bartender smiles sadly for you.

"What did he do this time?" He asked.

"He called me a "lowly waitress" all because I tried to prove him wrong." You huffed crossing your arms on your chest. He sweatdrops utterly shocked.

"You're going to receive an insult when you go against the boss. You're supposed to be a kiss ass. That's how it works." You clicked your tongue before pouting.

"He pisses me off." You reply.

"(Y/n), everyone pisses you off. You need to learn to cool down and think before you speak."

"Everyone tells me that shit and I'm sick of it!" You slam your fist on the table snapping at the man. "I've been getting crap all my life. There is no chance I'm taking any more up my ass." You pause for a moment. "Unless it's necessary." You added. You hate to admit that there were times you'd have to stop being ignorant and accept your wrongs to keep a job just like earlier at the office with Laura. A heavy sigh escapes you. "Pour me a Bailey's. The boss's friend asked for one and I'd least go back for her if she plans on keeping her word of paying me extra." The bartender chuckles shaking his head amused.

"On it." He quipped.

"Thanks, Teddy." You mumbled now waiting patiently for the woman's order. The vibration of your phone catches your attention. A message is sent from Jaime again. You swipe open without haste interested in what he had to say. A photo is displaying of him smothered in tomato sauce munching on a meatball sub spilling some of its contents into his plate. The caption reads: "Loving my first sandwich with Marco! Enjoy your evening." You scoff at the caption finding it adorable. More importantly, Jaime's delightful smile. "Soon." You said. "I'll be out soon kiddo." You replied to the message.

"Excuse me, are you an employee here?" You turn to the stranger in an egg-white dress shirt, sleeves rolled, pink hair with a headband and purple glasses resting over it. You look them over noticing a badge hanging on the edge of the belt.

"Oh...yeah I am." You responded with a hint of worry in your voice.

"Is your boss around? I need to talk to him." You contemplate telling him the truth.

"We're looking for a girl that possibly is with him?" His blonde partner adds earning a glare from the pinkette.

"Oh, she's upstairs." You reveal. Teddy returns on cue with a drink in hand. "Follow me." You said swiping up the liquor with you upstairs. On the way up the steps, you peek over your shoulder. The two officers seemed to be arguing about something. The pink one was furious by the topic.

Once you reach the top, you come across two empty seats. Apoo and the woman are nowhere in sight.

'I wonder where they went.' You think to yourself turning to the closest bouncer.

"Yo, the boss has guests. These two want to talk to him." You point to the officer's behind you standing tall. "I also gotta give the girl her drink." The bouncer nods in acknowledgment gesturing his head over to the office door. It swings open before you could reach for the handle. Apoo loquaciously talked with the girl from before as suspected. In the blink of an eye, the pink haired cop swooped in grasping his collar as he pinned him straight onto the wall. You had no idea what is happening nor did you want to. In fact, the minute Apoo is attacked, you bounced. There is no chance you wanted to be caught up in such drama when you have your own shit to deal with.
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Nothing extreme happened after the cop's visit. It turned out to be a personal, love quarrel which you found out by context clues when the mysterious woman dragged the pink haired male out by the hand. You are glad to have made the right choice. You wouldn't be returning to Jaime any time soon if given a long scolding and possibly fired for creating trouble twice. Relieved to be set free, you arrive at your final destination to pick up your baby boy. Your walk over to the door, you took a second to reminisce what happened in the morning. You question again about Marco. How would you approach him, apologize for possibly being a homewrecker? The term angered you. Your life never seemed to go according to plan. It's always chaotic, it's no wonder you aren't the luckiest person to be around with. Regardless, you have to go through with it and take back your son starting with a knock on the door. Footsteps ring through making you nervous. You have to calm down. It was probably Thatch again. Instead, you're met with the awaited blonde. In that second of locking eyes, your whole body shivered, palms begin to sweat as you felt queasy. Butterflies filling your stomach just by beholding such a handsome man.

"H-hi." You stuttered.