Not your typical baby mama

Stella glanced at the woman in her passenger seat. She could not help but worry upon noticing how spaced out Amy was and the way she had been tapping her foot from the moment they left the library. She honestly left Amy in a good mood after the book discussion but now, what was worrying this girl again?

"Is everything okay, dear?" She asked. Amy jolted in her seat, suddenly snapped out of her worried thoughts.

"Huh?"

"Is everything okay? Did something happen?"

"I'm expecting some news." Her voice was quiet when she spoke.

She knew how ambiguous her statement was but she also knew Stella would draw her own conclusions; conclusions she would not bother correcting because her mind was on Dylan. He had already caught a flight back to New York.

What would happen during that flight was out of her control and she could not help but feel nervous. Those men also left the hotel. What if they also caught the same flight? Could they have done something to Dylan whilst on the plane? She wanted to feel confident in her decision but her worries were getting the best of her.

"Oh? News about your husband? Is it a phone call?" There was excitement in Stella's tone. Her eyes and smile grew wide from happiness when Amy nodded with half enthusiasm. "Are you that excited to the point of being nervous? I was worried for nothing!! You should be more excited than nervous!" She patted Amy's hand.

"I bet..... You kids might have some 'fun time' during the call?" She wiggled her brows at her. It took Amy some seconds to figure out what the older woman meant by 'fun time'. Her face scrunched up in disgust when she thought of the actual person whose phone call she was expecting.

"Stella!"

The older woman thought Amy was was embarrassed and putting up a front to not show her excitement. It reminded her of how her daughters react whenever she brags about her intimate moments with Richard. She giggled and nudged Amy playfully, "Gee! You've given me some foreplay ideas for Richard and I. I can't wait for tonight!"

"Oh my gosh!" Amy groaned and shook her head helplessly.

When Stella saw this, she broke into a laugh. She was more happy to see Amy like this than the way she was earlier. When they reached home, Amy asked her to leave her to cook her own meal tonight and Stella happily agreed before disappearing into her house at the speed of lightning while calling for Richard.

"..."

'This woman was actually serious', Amy mused. Being honest, she simply didn't want to trouble the woman any longer. And with her case of nerves, she didn't think she could stomach anything tonight.

So she walked across the street and into her house. She went straight to her room and stripped out of her clothes. She made sure her phone was on speaker before jumping into the shower. In less than five minutes, she was out and changed into her PJs.

She settled into bed but could not help but fiddle with her phone. She checked a couple of times and made sure her phone was not on silent. Her heart was thumping wild against her chest and an unpleasant twist settled in her stomach. She had never felt so nervous in her life before.... Okay, maybe when she was with Zachery in her sober state.

She was starting to feel sick from such nerves so she did some breathing exercises. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Deep breath i-

Ding! She almost jumped when her phone chimed in her hands. She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath before taking a look. Her face fell, it was not Dylan. But the email made her brows rise in.... confusion?

Ahismine@***.com: Are you okay?

"What is this?" A feeling of annoyance washed over her form. Has her email been passed to any Jill and Jack when she made it clear that it was strictly for business. Which client had leaked it? But she would deal with this later. She had more pressing matters to dea-

Ahismine@***.com: I know you're capable but I still want you to know that whatever you've planned for your assistant Dylan, I'll make sure that it runs smooth without any hiccups.

She would have disregarded the message but it seemed this person knew her and the situation she was in. They were actually helping her. The more she stared at the message, the more an ominous feeling blossomed within her.

She was debating whether to answer when the phone call she had been waiting for finally came through. She threw on her earsets and activated her voice changer as she answered. Before she could say anything, Dylan said something that did not help with her case of nerves.

"Boss! I'm back in New York but this is not the welcome I was expecting!"