The little boy raced into the opening of the Ritz-Carlton hotel. This was something he did everyday after his teacher Mrs. Daniela dropped him off at his mother's work place. Yes, he attended one of the most expensive schools in New York. Yes, he attended Piano lessons every Wednesdays with Mrs. Calisto, Yes he also took French classes. Yes, he had everything any six year old could ever want and yes his mother provided all that from Maids salary.

"Hey Tim." The boy greeted the man at the front desk of the five star Ritz-Carlton restaurant.

"Hey buddy, good day at school?" Tim asked giving the little boy with blonde hair and blue eyes a warm smile.

"Yep, my math teacher says I'm a genius when it comes to addition." The little boy grinned widely.

"Your mom will be so happy, hey. Now go sit over there with Cal while you wait for your mother. Tell him to make strawberry milkshake for the genius huh?" Tim said ruffling the little boys hair who nodded and excitedly ran over to the bar area. He was used to the hotel. His mother worked so many shifts and she didn't trust leaving her child with a stranger plus the manager allowed her to bring Leondre to work. Above all it saved money.

He had been waiting for his family to arrive for over twenty minutes. His mother would surely take her time to look good seeing as she was the famous Jeanine Levetté. The famous French model in the good old days, everyone admired her in the fashion industry. She had her own fashion line, she had even been a judge on America's next top Model. At the age of fifty-four Jeanine was still calling all the shots and setting trends.

His Father was a different story. Benjamin Levetté was the most down to earth man. You would always be graced by his presents at charity events of any kind. He was the owner of the Levetté wine company which had been passed down from generation to generation and now Andre was the one in charge. His family was the most successful family in Hollywood.

His brother was his own person Luc Georges Levetté was a party animal. He always brought bad publicity for the Levetté family, first dropping out of college, crashing sports cars and damaging property... he seemed to always be up to something. The twenty-two year old was just out of control.

Andre turned to his left and saw a little boy eagerly drinking his strawberry milkshake. He was smartly dressed in his grey pants and a dark blue blazer. It seemed he was coming from school, Andre thought but who would leave a little boy in this huge Hotel all alone.

"Hey Mister." The little boy said with a smile.

"Are you bored like me?" The blonde haired boy gave Andre a quirky smile with his teeth missing.

"Uhm just waiting for my family to arrive." He replied. He wasn't good with kids, he tried not to seem cold.

"Sounds nice, I get lonely sometimes. It's just me and my mom." Leondre said anxiously.

"What about your father?" Andre asked his acquaintance, he seemed to act too mature for his age.

"My father left my mom when I was still in the stomach." The boy said seeming unbuffered by his own words. Andre felt bad in fact he felt pity for the little boy so when he saw his family walking into the room, he felt bad leaving him alone. The little boy had mentioned that he would get lonely at times.

"Do you want to join me and my family for dinner?" Andre asked. Leondre's face instantly lit up. He couldn't believe this stranger had invited him over to their table. His mother always said don't talk to strangers but he thought making conversations with strangers no longer made them strangers and therefore he wasn't doing anything wrong.

"Yes, thank you Mister." Leandre grinned grabbing his milk shake.

"Call me Andre." He replied giving him a gentle smile.

"Okay Mister Andre." Leondre replied making Andre smile to himself. This little boy seemed to be the most respectful kid he had ever met. He wasn't a fan of kids but if he had a kid who acted this matured he sure wouldn't mind.

When the family was all sat, Andre's mother was shocked. Who was the little blonde haired boy sitting besides her son. The similarities were just too much... they had the same blonde hair, the same blue eyes even their pointy aristocrat nose, and their pouty lips. They were a splitting image of each other, she thought. He possibly couldn't have any relation with the Levetté family could he? Della was not pregnant when they kicked her out of their home. She didn't seem pregnant, she never mentioned being pregnant. Della could not have been pregnant?!

"Andre who is your little friend?" Mr. Levetté asked giving the little boy a polite smile which he returned as a nice gesture.

"Oh papa, I just met him today. He was sat alone at the bar, his mom is working so I invited him over for dinner. Hopefully you don't mind?" Andre explained picking up the menu.

"He is a cutie, Hey young man I'm Ben, Andre's father." Mr. Levetté introduced himself.

"I'm Leondre nice to meet you Mister Ben." Leo said shaking Mr. Levetté's hand stunning everyone on the table with his very good manors.

"What a gentleman." Jeanine smiled at the little Blondie. Deep down she still felt skeptical. She feared her worst fear could be coming to life. Della could not have been pregnant..

"I'm Luc, Andre's brother." Luc gave him a smirk.

"Nice to meet you all." Leo grinned. It was nice that he would spend his evening with a family. He was tired of watching families converse while he sat alone waiting for his mother. He didn't mind, he knew she worked hard for him to get everything he wanted. He appreciated it.

Once the food had been served, Leo told them all about himself. They thought he was a very interesting fellow. The Levetté's dinners or gathering had never been this graceful.

"Your parents must be super rich if you go to Roosevelt Private International School?" Jeanine asked Leo as she took a sip from her wine. She couldn't help but feel like she was talking to six year old Andre even his gestures were odd. From the way he ate to the way he talked.

"No, my mom works here at the hotel and I don't have a father. He left my mom when I was in the stomach." Leo said absent-mindly.

"Poor kid." Luc muttered under his breath.

"Not everyone needs a father, my mommy is both." Leo said shocking everyone on the table with his intelligence. He spoke like a adult.

"That's quite true, Leo." Ben said proud of the little boy; he had only came to know twenty-minutes ago.

"What else do you do?" Luc asked.

"I play piano on Wednesdays and Soccer on Saturdays. Sometimes I read books with my mom, she wants to be a writer. When she publishes her book, we will be very rich then we can go to Disney land." Leo replied, with so much enthusiasm.

Something seemed to hit a nerve in Andre's body, he remembered his ex wife Adela McCarthy. She was an aspiring writer but had not published anything yet. He would read some of her rough drafts whenever they had some time alone together besides all the lovemaking they did in the bedroom. Well that was until she betrayed him, She had cheated, deceived him and stole from him and his family. He needed to forget about her.

"Mister Andre-" Leo took him out his daze. He had zoned out. It had been so long since he saw his family laughing. It seemed Leo was a blessing in disguise.

"There is my mother." Leo pointed at the woman with black jet hair and a curvy petite body in a black and white maid uniform. She was approaching them. The atmosphere seemed to become tense as she took a few more steps towards their table. Andre saw all the memories flash in front of him, from when they met at Starbucks, their first date, the engagement, the wedding, the divorce. It all happened so fast.

Jeanine was beyond shocked. She knew this was her grandson it had to be. Della never cheated, she planned it and framed her. Jeanine was just doing what was best for her son ;Andre. Ben and Luc looked at the cheating woman whom they used to be fond of but not anymore.

Della was done with her shift. Tim had told her that Leo was sat at the bar having his milkshake. She smiled as she was about to pay. Tim insisted.. "No, it's on the house Della, for my favorite little man." She thanked him before heading off to look for her son.

Della missed him so much. He was her little Angel. She loved him to bits, Leo was all she had after being humiliated by the Levetté family. She promised herself she wouldn't cross their paths again. They weren't exactly people, whom she wanted her son to associate with. When he was older he could decide if he wanted to look for his father but for now it was best he stay hidden from the bad publicity and attention that they brought.

One day she had been moaning and squirming under her husbands chest as he made love to her every chance he got. The next thing he was telling her that he didn't love her. The press wrote all sorts of stories about how she cheated with Andre's business partners and laundered a large amount of money from the Levettte family. Jeanine had thrown her out like a dog. It all seemed like a life time ago but she learned to forgive and move on. She didn't have any grudge against them. Everything happened for a reason and maybe this was her fate. She just wanted to give her son the best life she could possible.

She gracefully walked towards Leo's direction. She was shocked when she saw the familiar faces, it had to be a dream. Andre looked at her with anger as if he had seen a ghost. Jeanine looked beyond shocked but Ben and Luc had mutual expressions.

Leo hugged her then he turned back to the Levetté family. "Mommy, I made a new friend this is Mister Andre, he invited me over for dinner with his family. He is so nice Mommy." Leo said in an excited voice.

"Uhm that's great sweetie." Della awkwardly sidled avoiding Andre's gaze. Jeanine looked at her with an expressionless look. This just had to be karma on her part. She never thought they would see each other again.

"Oh that's nice. Leo why don't you thank this nice family for letting you sit on their table." Della raised her eyebrow at Leo who turned around looking at the family. "Thank you for letting me sit with you but now I have to leave now. My mom is done with her shift." Leo explained, Della couldn't wait for them to go away. She had never imagined that she would be in such a position.

"It was a pleasure having you around little man." Mr. Levetté replied gracefully acting normal.

"Bye Leondre." Luc replied. He had in fact taken a liking to the little guy.

"Where's your satchel?" Della asked her son who quickly ran to where he had been sat at the bar.

"Thank you." Della said before leaving. Leo grabbed his bag then told his mom all about his day at school and how he kept answering all the answers in math class. Della's mind was still stuck on the events that had occurred before her. Hopefully they would just think since she cheated and it wasn't Andre's son.

To say he was shocked was an understatement. The little boy was her ex-wife's son. Karma finally caught up with her and she got pregnant he thought. After all the cheating and prostituting, how could she not? He paced back and fourth in his office. He thought about how much different, her uniform was way longer than the other maids at the hotel. She seemed calm and not angry about anything. It made him angry that she acted innocent. It had been a week and he still couldn't get her off his mind. He dreams about all the things they used to do, he thought about her smile and how she would speak Spanish to him whenever he spoke French. He thought about Adela McCarthy, the woman who broke his heart.

Della made her way to the Levetté company, the building was huge. It hadn't changed a bit. It intimidated her, everyone seemed to be dressed all professional while she was in a sun dress and flats... her hair tied in a high bun. Jeanine had called her for a meeting, she mentioned it being very important. She didn't know how she had managed to get her number or what but how—

Della was afraid they would take her son away from her. She promised herself that she would protect Leondre from the Levetté family and the spot light. She wanted him to have a normal life. Della wanted to raise her son into a gentleman, one whom any girl would be lucky to have. Leo was definitely special, everyone whom he met seemed to love him.

After the receptionist allowed her to go up for her so called appointment. She remembered how she countless times she walked into this building with so much love for husband. Now she didn't feel anything, she had accepted that maybe love wasn't meant for her. At this point it definitely wasn't a priority. Love just wasn't a priority.

Della was raised by her grandparents after her father and mother had her when they were only sixteen. Della's mother always gave her the impression that she shouldn't have been born or she destroyed her life or she didn't deserve any love. She didn't know her father unfortunately because he didn't want anything to do with her either.

Her grandparents showed her the love she had not been able to receive from her parents, she loved them dearly. She constantly felt like she was a mistake, like she was not meant to be born. When she met Andre, he made her feel good, he made her laugh, he made her feel special but that changed in a matter of no time. She lost her confidence as the media constantly judged her, that she didn't deserve to marry a billionaire like Andre. She had always felt like she wasn't good enough. If it wasn't for her son she would have ended her life in a matter of seconds. Leo gave her a reason to want to continue, to want to fight, to have hope.

She was numb, she had been hurt so many times she had stopped expecting anything. After her grandparents were both no more. She had her degree in Literature and was working on her writing. After the divorce she was forced to drop out... not only because she was pregnant but also the fact that she could no longer afford it. A Good Samaritan later came along. She wanted to help other people out there battling with depression. Della wanted to tell them that everything passes, it's never permanent.

She knocked softly on the door as she heard a come in, she entered the neat office that belonged to Jeanine. "Morning Mrs. Levetté, you requested to see me." She still spoke so respectfully to the person who broke her marriage.

Jeanine was surprised by how calm she seemed even more surprised by her dressing. It was simple so simple, it made her blank not outstanding. When Della had been married to her son, she at-least put an effort but now... you could tell that she wasn't trying to get any man's attention.

"Yes and I assume you know exactly what it's about." Jeanine laced her fingers together, giving her a serious look.

"I'm not sure but whatever it is please don't take my son away from me, he is all I have." She said nervously. "He—" she was immediately cut off.

"I want you to understand that I did seven years ago was for Andre's good, for his well being, for my family. I couldn't have him marrying someone who was below us because that would have ruined his career but he did it anyways. I was just looking out for my family and I don't want him to hate me." Jeanine explained, a tear seeped from her left eye as these words left her mouth. In all honesty Della was not surprised that she was the one else who set her up, she didn't care about the past. The past should remain in the past.

"I know Mrs. Levetté, I also have a son now and I understand where you are coming from. I don't want any trouble myself, I just want to continue living with my son in peace." Della putting a fallen strand of hair behind her ear.

"So you won't tell Andre?" Jeanine's face lit up, she didn't think that Della would be this easy to convince. She was so different from the Della she knew. The feisty, adamant Della who always stood up for what was right or always challenged her wasn't here anymore. Pain really does change people.

"Andre knows that I'm a cheater, I don't want any trouble really." Della muttered fiddling with her fingers.

"I'm sorry, I destroyed your marriage." Jeanine. "I can always give you some sort of payment even if it's for years. I assume you need help raising the boy." She suggested but Della immediately shook her head.

"No no no... Mrs. Levetté, please don't! I have enough shifts to sustain my son and I." Della gave a her a genuine smile. "Besides you didn't destroy my marriage you made me realize that your son never loved me and that's okay."

Instead of feeling relieved, Jeanine actually felt sad that her grandson would never know his father or acknowledge that he is a Levetté.

"You did what was best for your son and I would have probably done the same for Leo. I totally understand, it's a mother's instinct." Della seemed calm as these words left her lips. She had been disappointed all her life so this should faze her. If she couldn't be happy then at least she could make others around her happy.

"You have changed so much Della." Jeanine looked at her suspiciously.

"Oh no really I just grew up. Andre and I were just young and infatuated we were convinced it was love." She sadly let out a laugh.

"My son loved you." Jeanine whispered to herself.

"It was a mistake honestly and you helped both of us to realize that, I hope he finds the right woman for him."

Jeanine was a bit taken aback by the way she was talking, she seemed so calm and unbothered. The old Della would have defended herself but this Della didn't seem to care about anything except her son.

I heard everything." Andre sighed looking at his father who was also appalled by what his son had told him.

"I have a son with Della and mom was willing to keep him away from me." Andre looked at the view in his office that was on the twenty-sixth floor.

"What are you going to do then?" Benjamin Levetté asked.

"Della." was the only thing he muttered. He had not trusted her instead he listened to his mother and hurt her beyond all reason.

"You still love her?" Andre's father questioned.

"How could I not, Papa? She was my first love." He said in an exasperated sigh. He remembered how beautiful she looked on their wedding day. She wrote him the perfect vows that made the audience cry. Himself, he even felt as though his vows couldn't be compared to hers but he said them anyways she loved them. Their wedding night, she was a ****** and he took that from her. He became addicted to her, Andre loved Della so much. He found himself not wanting to leave for work every morning. Della was perfect, she made him happy.

"What about your mother does she know that you know?" Ben asked curiously. He knew his wife had something to do with their tragic divorce. Jeanine was the type to do whatever she set her mind to even if it meant hurting the other person. Determination drove her, Ben always told her that there is a difference between running a family and a fashion show... in family there is no competition but Jen always confused the two.

"I just want to win my family back, I will deal with mother later." Andre walked back to his huge mahogany desk.

"Della seemed different. I don't think she is the same girl who fell in love with you."

"Papa, I am aware of that but I will get her back at all costs. She has to know, I made a mistake!"

Della sat on the bench in the park, she had her off days every Saturday. After fetching Leo from his piano lessons they would sit in the park for a while watching the sun set. Della was so focused on the novel that she had been reading that she didn't realize someone had sat beside her. Leo had ran off playing with Mr. Griffins dog. She lived in the same apartment complex with the eighty year old man who spent his time playing chess at the park.

The cologne of the person who had sat beside her brought back a lot of unwanted memories. She turned to look up from her book still wearing her reading glasses. She saw the man whom she had been avoiding ever since she gave birth to her little Leondre.

"Beautiful view, isn't it?" Andre muttered to the beautiful lady who looked beautiful in her long sun dress and sandals, her hair in wavy curls.

"Uhm it is." Della said standing up but before she could, Andre held her hand and sparks between them were unavoidable.

"I'm sorry but I was just about to leave." She looked at anywhere besides his piercing blue eyes.

"Della-" before Andre could finish his sentence, she stopped him.

"Andre please we are in public and you know how the press gets." She said almost as a whisper.

"I don't care about the press." He replied.

"You can't be seen with me." She added.

"Why because my mother will be angry that I found out what she did." He hissed.

"She is your mother, she was just doing what was best for you? Please let me go!" She sighed feeling defeated. The man she once loved was standing in front of her.

"And keeping my son away was what was best for me?" He said trying to find her eyes but she didn't want to look at him.

"He is not your son, I cheated..." she sighed. "With many different men, I don't even remember who Leo's father is! There's a very low chance of you being the father. I know my cycle and we didn't... we were always careful. Please don't waste your time or have high hopes."

"We both know that's not true." He pulled her close but she instantly pulled away.

"Andre please don't be mad at your mother, she loves you and she helped both of us realize that what we had was a mistake." Della explained, she didn't want to be the reason why Jeanine and her son's relationship would be ruined.

"How can you defend her after she ruined our marriage?" He seemed shocked by every word that came from her luscious lips that he missed so much.

"She is your mother, she loves you and I'm just some girl who was a mistake child with a lot of baggage. She knew that I wouldn't be good for you. This isn't worth it. Just stop please!" Della finally looked at him, he seemed hurt by her words.

"You were good for me." He caressed her cheek but she pulled away.

"Please Andre, don't do this." She pleaded pulling away from his grip.

"Do what?" He asked.

"Lie to me." She finished his sentence.

"I'm really content with what I have and I hope you find the right woman for you. I honestly mean this from the bottom of my heart and I'm not bitter about how everything played out. Just please leave me alone. I always told you this —us— was a bad idea." She removed her reading glasses and put them in her bag as well the novel, she had been reading.

"Mom mom mom-" Leo ran towards them.

"Yes, sweetie?" Della asked.

"Mr. Griffins said Fierdo is having puppies and when they are born, I can have one." Leo said out of breath.

"That's great, we can have a puppy." She hugged him.

"Hey Mister Andre you finally met my mom, isn't she beautiful." Leo said looking at the man who was supposedly his father but of-course he didn't know that.

"She really is." He smiled at Della but she looked away feeling very much uncomfortable.

"Do you want to take her on a date?"

"Leo, no apologize right now! You don't say such things to strangers ." Della said awkwardly but Andre found this amusing.

"But mom I want you to know it's fine, I don't mind having a step father. I want you to be happy too." Leo said softly.

"But I'm happy with you." Della looked at her son who seemed to grew taller everyday. He was taller than everyone in his grade, people even assumed he was eight. Yes, he got his genes from the Levetté family. They were all tall.

"Fine, I'm sorry Mister Andre. That was rude of me." Leo said looking at the man whom he seemed to like a lot.

"It's okay little man in fact I would love to go on a date with your beautiful mother." He stole a glance at his ex-wife who only glared daggers at him.

"Mr. Andre, it was nice seeing you but we have to leave." She held her son's left hand.

"Yep, I have French class tomorrow. I wanted to take Spanish but mom says it's important I learned French." the boy explained.

"Well your mother is very clever, I speak French too." He answered.

"Really? You could help me with my homework sometime. My mom and I are always goog-ling but you speak French." Leo said excitedly.

"Leo-" Della hissed.

"I don't mind, here is my card call me if you need anything."

Della just wanted to leave but before they walked away. Leo ran back and gave Andre a hug. It seemed to warm her heart but it didn't matter maybe Leo deserved to know who his father is. She was so lucky that he was a clever understanding kid.