It was an ordinary day just like every other. Mello sighed and folded some more laundry. Ever since he quit the mafia and got married ever day was the same. Cooking, cleaning, going to the grocery store, pleasing Matt it was what his life now revolved around. No more bossing people around, risking his life on a daily bases, doing dangerous things. No, he was now the typical house wife.
He sat on the bed watching Opera and folding laundry. Opera was interviewing some guy that had twelve wives through out his life. Mello scoffed, he was probably some man hoe. He couldn't imaging how it would feel to me married to twelve people. Matt was enough to handle and he could never love another person.
Mello held up a white shirt he frowned and the dark brown stain. "Damn bleach, can't even do it's job."
The phone rang and he picked it up off the nightstand.
"Hello." he snapped.
"um, Hi is there a Matt Jeevas around." a young woman asked
"Who is this and why do you want to know."
"This is Purity Sams, and well I wanted to tell him that ... that he's a father."
Mello eyes went wide as he herd these words. "What do you mean."
"He is the father to my three year old daughter Yoka. I'm sorry I meant to tell him sooner but I could never get ahold of him and I was scared to tell him."
Mello grip tightened on the phone. Matt had told him that like Mello he was his first. And that he had never had sex with anyone else. He was so going to get it when he got home.
"Ok, I'll be sure to tell him. goodbye." Mello seethed then slamed the phone down.
"Matt if I find out that girl is telling the truth your so going to wish that you were never born."
A/N: This story is based on a conversation me and a friend had a while back. I had just gotten around to typing it.
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