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Chapter 3

He phoned to meet them at a café in the afternoon. His mother was surprised and pleased he was trying to accept it. Well he wasn't, he planned to find out his surname somehow. How dare Doug for saying he's crazy! He believes he's right and will be right. Just wait and see…

He saw in the window outside a café was his mother and Rob sitting next to each other kissing. It made him sick but he willed himself to go in, clenching his fists. When he was close to them they didn't notice him, still kissing. He cleared his throat. They quickly pulled away.

"Oh! You caught us" Margaret flushed "guess that was easy to do" she giggled.

Rob smiled at her and then looked straight in Tom's eyes. Tom looked away pulling a face. He shouldn't be here!

"Sit down then" Rob said.

Tom took in a breath and sat down watching them kiss some more in front of him. He never minded when she was kissing his father, they did it often but now with another man it just made him sick. He looked up wondering if his father's watching and could strike Rob down like god. He smiled at the thought but when he returned his gaze to them his smile faded. "It's about time to order a drink and some waffles don't you think?" he said. They pulled away and laughed. He felt humiliated when they laughed even if it's not towards him.

"Hey waiter, ready to order" Rob called out.

A middle-aged woman with short hair and waitress uniform came over with a notepad and pen in her hands. "Would what you like?" she asked miserably. They ordered three coffees and chocolate brownies. He was kidding about the waffles.

"How's work?" Margaret asked Tom.

"Good…" he replied. He hoped she hadn't told Rob he was a cop. He'll ask he later when Rob isn't around, if he ever.

"We have some news" Margaret said seriously. She looked at Rob and looked back to Tom "we have decided to live together" she said.

Tom quickly closed his mouth when it had opened in shock. He sat back in his seat trying to take it in. Can it get any worse? "When?" he asked faintly.

"Very soon" Margaret replied.

Tom nodded slowly. This was going too fast… how long have they met? A week…

"Have you…a problem with that Tom?" Rob asked.

Tom scratched the back of his neck "um no, no…" he replied feeling the words 'nooooooooo' at the thought. He was feeling hopeless. Rob was smirking at him. He was sick of him doing that. It was like he knew what he was doing to him like doing this intentionally.

The waitress came over with a tray of their coffees and brownies and placed in on the table.

"Well excuse me, I'm just gonna go to the toilet" Rob excused giving Margaret a quick kiss before leaving.

When Tom saw he was clear out of sight, he rested his eyes on Rob's black long coat. He leaned over the table and brought the coat gently on the table and checked the pockets ignoring what his mum thought.

"What are you doing?" she hissed.

He scrambled his hands in his pocket found some tissues, keys and his wallet.

"Leave his things alone!" Margaret scolded.

"I put it back" Tom replied and looked in his wallet. 'Rob Walker' he read on his credit card. A smile played on his lips. He got him now.

Margaret snatched back his wallet out of Tom's hands. "Why don't you grow up?" she snapped.

"I'm a cop, I got to check him out" Tom admitted.

"I want you to stop embarrassing me in front of him. You are being unfair" Margaret said.

Tom laughed. She was the one who's being unfair. He took back the wallet from her and searched inside to find to find a crumpled photo of a young boy looking about twelve years old. "Ha, look at this. Know him?" Tom said showing the photo.

"What's the big deal? And no, I don't know him" Margaret replied.

"What do you think you're doing?" a deep voice asked. He saw Rob standing there looking surprised.

He wasn't going to freak out, he wasn't scared of him "just checking you're not a serial killer" he said openly.

Rob laughed "you're a funny kid" he said and ruffled his hair.

Tom frowned and flattened his hair back down. He hated when people do that and he hated when people call him a kid. "So who's this boy?" Tom asked showing the photo.

"My nephew" Rob replied taking the photo to look at it.

"I'm sorry about this…" Margaret apologised to him.

"It's ok" Rob smiled and put the photo back in his wallet "I just hope you won't be searching through my stuff throughout our relationship" he joked with a bit of seriousness.

"Don't worry" Tom murmured.

Rob looked uneasy for a second and sat down. He took back his things away from Tom's reach. "How old are you?" he asked.

Tom ignored his question eating a brownie.

"Tom, answer the question" Margaret scolded.

"Twenty-two" Tom replied flatly "why?" he asked.

"Oh just wanted to know. If I'm going to know your mother very well then I should know about you too. Perhaps we could spend time together to make this ok. Then it might change your attitude towards me. Ok?" Rob said. Maybe it would be good to spend time with Rob, and then he can find out more about him to see if there is something he had done …