I know you've waited a while and it is kinda short but I figured I'd give you alittle taste AnD the name is very last minute lol

-NWJ

Wilhelmina smiled broadly as she lifted her son into the air. She cuddled him gently, bringing him to her chest with ease. He yawns softly, his little mouth forming a small oval as he laid his head against his mothers bosom, his curly brown hair brushing up against her chin.

"C'mon Willie." Marc whispered for the tenth time that morning, his elbow propped up against the elbow of the nursery.

"Hold on." She mumbled, her lips kissing her son's head.

"That's what you said an hour ago." Marc whined.

"And.."

"And.." Marc started and walked up to Wilhelmina, his arms outstretched towards the pair.

Wilhelmina growled ferociously, her eyes narrowing into Marc's forehead. Marc snatched back his arms and folded his arms against his feminine chest. Wilhelmina sighed and set him back down in the bassinet.

"C'mon, Willie...Mr. Mason Armani will still be here when you get home...Nico is perfectly capable of-"

"Starving him and forcing to sit in his own waste until she figures out that it wasn't your feet he was smelling it was the baby."

"Okay Mom, that was one time and I seriously thought it was his feet."

"You know what? I'll just do this tomorrow..."

"No Willie! You have not stepped foot in Meade Publications in almost 6 months and your skin is starting to react."

"Marc, he was in the NICU for 4 months...I had to-"

"You had to take care of your baby, that I understand but now it is time to relax and return to the dudgeon of Mode. I have already done my part, piecing together your image as a broken mommy scorned by the penis of Daniel Meade!"

"Could you please not talk like that in front of my son?"

"Why, it's not like he doesn't have one!"

"Marc can't I just do this tomorrow."

"Willie, you cannot hide out in your apartment forever, you have the paternity results, your image, and your baby...all you need to do is make a come back and we'll be back to normal."

"I feel fat though!" Wilhelmina whined as she turned and showed off her slim bod, slipped into a Yellow Valentino with a high neck and low cut that stopped under her knees and hugged her body.

"Woman, you look like the sun on Jenny Craig okay!...Now come on...we're already late."

Wilhelmina nodded and leaned into the bassinet one last time and smiled. "Mommy loves you.."

Mason smiled and let out a small giggle. Wilhelmina gasped and tickled his belly. "Are you laughing at mommy?...Are you laughing at mommy...Are-"

"Yes, yes he's laughing at you...can we go?" Marc asked, very Wilhelmina-like.

"Fine...Just let me pump first...don't want to..leak on the first day." Wilhelmina mumbled as she headed to the bathroom with her breast pump in hand.

Marc threw his hands up and walked towards the door. "I don't even know this woman anymore."

NWJ

Wilhelmina beamed as she settled into her chair at the office, twirling one good time for luck. Her broad smile soon disappeared at the sight of Claire Meade at her door. She knocked twice and walked in.

"Yeah, just come on in." Wilhelmina spat sarcastically.

"And I thought you had changed.." Claire spoke as she sat in the chair across from Wilhelmina.

"Well than you wouldn't love me as much.."

"Truth be told, I have missed you...Mode sales have dropped immensely since youv'e been gone and Daniel's been a complete nutcase since you've left and-"

"Can we not talk about him.."

"Sure...Wilhelmina?"

"Yes Sandman?"

"Do you have pictures?" Claire asked slyly, hoping to break the ice and soften Wilhelmina's agenda.

In success, Wilhelmina grinned and immediately opened her drawer to reveal what seemed like a million pictures. Selectively, she pulled out two and laid them on the desk.

"One is from the day he was born and the one on the right is from last week."

"Awwww." Claire's eyes lit up as she saw the most recent picture; Mason laying across Wilhelmina's face and pinching her cheek while she was sleeping and Nico in the background, holding her ribs in laughter. "He is precious..he has your eyes and your chin and Da-"

"And what?"Wilhelmina asked innocently.

Claire shook her head in defiance. "And the most darling cheeks I have ever seen." Claire switched her attention to the older photo; Mason in an incubator with his body attached to several contraptions and machinery, his skin pale compared to the light tan it now resembled.

"He was soo tiny.." Claire whispered.

Wilhelmina exhaled shakily. "12 weeks early... I Thought I was going to lose him too." Wilhelmina shook her head and retracted the photos, prompting Claire to lay a comforting hand on hers. Wilhelmina looked up, her eyes watered. "I'm fine..really." Wilhelmina smiled weakly and stood from her desk.

"Sooo how are we gonna get this magazine back on track?"

NWJ

Wilhelmina sat in her office quietly, one hand on the keyboard and the other arm holding Mason as she fed him silently. She stirred, her nerves shaken when she saw Daniel standing before her.

"You breastfeed?"

Wilhelmina looked down at Mason and tugged on the blue cashmere blanket that hid him. "And your a breastman."

"I am not a breast man."

"That's not what I heard."

"You look really beautiful right now."

Wilhelmina looked him up and down, his clothes disheveled and his beard growing thicker. "Shouldn't you be leaving?"

"I just thought I'd stop by, seeing how you avoided me all day but managed to show my mother the son that I've never even seen."

"Daniel, don't start with me."

"And why is he even up at this time of night?"

"Daniel, don't ask me how I raise my son." Wilhelmina hissed as she felt Mason's hold soften and she spun around in her chair, her back to Daniel.

"Don't you mean our son?"

Wilhelmina shook her head and spun back around, Mason swaddled in her arms as she rose from the chair.

"You know I still saw you through the window reflection."

"Pervert." Wilhelmina mumbled as she placed Mason in his car seat and strapped him in, causing him to stir. Daniel snuck up behind her and peeked past her shoulder to get a glance. Wilhelmina scoffed and threw the blanket over the car seat.

"Wilhelmina." Daniel spoke sternly. Wilhelmina ignored him and strutted past him. Daniel sighed and grabbed her forearm, bringing her back to her previous spot.

"Get your hands off of me Daniel.."

"Let me see my son!"

"He's not your son asshole!" Wilhelmina whispered.

"WHO'S TO SAY?" Daniel yelled, waking up Mason.

Wilhelmina growled and turned to Mason, lifting him from the seat and snuggling him close to her chest to quiet him. He whimpered, disturbed by the loud noises.

"Dumbass." Wilhelmina rolled her eyes and rocked him back and forth

"What did I do?"

"Preemies have sensitive hearing, stupid...You don't scream when they're in the room." Wilhelmina spoke soothingly as the baby's eyes fluttered down and she smiled, placing him back in the seat and strapping him in the seat. She grabbed her coat from the side, picked up her bag and snatched the car seat before Daniel even had a chance to attempt to look.

"You know I can subpoena a DNA sample...Than I could sue you for custody"

"I'd like to see you try." Wilhelmina smirked and walked out the door deviously.

Daniel huffed angrily and pulled out his Android, dialing angrily and pushing the phone to his ear. "Mom, I have to tell you something..."

NWJ

That night Wilhelmina laid out on the bed in her satin robe and her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. Mason laid next to her, falling in and out of sleep. Wilhelmina smiled as his eyes fluttered open once again, to reveal his piercing light blue pupils. She kissed his stomach and he let out a light giggle that left a small smile. Wilhelmina kissed his nose and pulled him closer.

Her eyes roamed the room and landed on her dresser, where the partially opened envelope laid, still stained from the night that Connor dropped it in the street. Wilhelmina's eyes welled up with tears as she looked back at a drifting Mason.

"You don't need a daddy...You have me..and Marc." Wilhelmina whispered, trying to keep herself from crying. She snuggled even closer and began to hum a Melody that always seemed to soothe them both.

You Are My Sunshine

My only sunshine.

You make me happy

When skies are grey.

You'll never know, dear,

How much I love you.

Please don't take my sunshine away

"Please." She mumbled as a single tear cascaded down her face and onto her cashmere comforter.