A/N: Sorry for the freakin' short chapter, but it's sort of building on to the first chapter. Believe me, the next chapter will be longer, and better. Enjoy!!
Chapter Two
\-Chris-/
"Hello, everybody!" Libby Lam said in that fake voice that paparazzi have.
"Now, today we have a very special guest with us! Give it up for singer Christopher Wilde!" Of course everyone cheered as I came on the stage and sat in the chair across from Libby.
"Okay, so why don't you give us the scoop on your ex Jessica Olsen and her supposed son?" As she said this, a picture came up on the tv between us that I couldn't take my eyes off of.
He was the spitting freakin' image of me. From the long blonde hair to the soft blue eyes of my son, he was me. I stared for a second, then tore my eyes from his picture with Jess to look again at Libby Lam.
I had to keep the act up, no matter what.
"Sure, Libby. That is our son, and he knows daddy loves him very much. I see my darling boy when I can, but he knows his daddy is very busy, and he gets it. But I know he loves me, too." I lied, looking at the camera and smiling the whole time.
Nobody doubted my smile.
\-Jess-/
That freaking liar. What the hell was he playing at? My mouth dropped open at Christopher's words.
I paused the TV and stared at his smiling face until I heard a faint gasp from behind me.
I turned around, and my son was open-mouthed as he hugged Teddy[his bear] close to him. Tears were running down his cheeks.
"That's the bad man, mommy."
A/N: 'Nother cliffie, kinda. Poor little Alex, so much stress put on such a little boy.
Excerpt:
I got off the private jet in Michigan feeling excited and anxious.
What should I say, "Hey, Jess, I know I said I hated you a few years ago, but I really love you and want to take your – our – son away from you, now."? Right.