You were babysitting your boss's son, Mateo, who is two years old.

He was a CEO and a single dad, but secretly he was in love with you.

It was night and Matthew had just arrived home. He went straight to his son's room to check if he was asleep but stopped at the doorway when he heard his son talking to you.

"Yaya," Mateo said.

"Yes, baby," you smiled at him while stroking his hair.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" You were surprised by his sudden question.

"Baby, why are you asking like that..." you looked at Mateo. "But no, baby."

"Because I want you to be my mommy," he said proudly.

"But Mateo, you have a mommy, right? She visits you here."

"I don't want her, I hate her. She left us, daddy and me... I want you to be my mommy, Yaya. You're always here for me and for daddy... I wish you were my mommy," the child said, and you just smiled at him.

"Okay, that's enough. Stop saying those things. Go to sleep now. Your daddy might come in and get angry if he finds you awake," you whispered to the child, who smiled at you, nodded, and closed his eyes.

You silently watched the child until you heard a familiar voice.

"Is he asleep?"