A/N I decided, in the middle of the chapter to make Alex stop talking 'wike dis', so forgive me. I was trying to write a lot, and trying to write it fast, before it escaped my head. Hope you like!
Chapter Four
\-Chris-/
"Alex, honey, come here and see Mr. Wilde. He's not a bad man, and he's sorry he scared you." Jessica said, and not a minute later, Alex, my son, came into view.
He was such a handsome boy. Alex definitely had my face, with long, curly blonde hair and twinkling blue eyes. I couldn't keep my jaw from dropping down, but I snapped my mouth shut when I realized it was open.
When he gave me a shy smile, I couldn't help but give him a smile back, those little baby teeth were so cute.
I realized he was waiting for me to talk, so I crouched down to his level and spoke.
"Hi there, Alex. My name is Christopher Wilde, but you can call me Chris," I glanced at Jess, she had a loving, motherly look on her face as she gazed at Alex. I smiled and continued. "I'm very sorry that I scared you, do you mind if I play in your room with you?"
Alex looked at Jessica, and she nodded, so he looked back at me with a nervous expression.
"Uhm, s'okay, Chris. I don't have many toys in my woom, they're awww in the playroom. If momma says okay, you can play toys wif me."
We both looked at Jess, begging her with our eyes. I was begging to spend more time with my son, and he was just begging for a friend, I think. She looked at both our faces, comparing, and sighed.
"Fine."
Not even Jess could resist the pull of need developing between us. He needed a father, I needed him.
Not necessarily a son, just needed him. Though I did want him to be my son.
"Yes!" Alex exclaimed, apparently over-joyed at the simple idea of playing with me. I loved him already.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me to what I guessed was the playroom. I could feel Jessica's glare on my back as we walked.
Jess leaned against the door frame with a soft smile on her face as Alex scattered action figures on the between our places facing each other.
"How does this work, little guy?" He glanced up as I spoke and smiled for a second, then put on a very serious face.
"Well, I live here, so I pick first, and I'm the good guys." I could tell he was being humorous, but I spoke up anyway.
"But I'm the guest, so that makes me pick first and be the good guys." He grinned and shook his head.
"Nope," Alex said, shaking his head, "you're in my house, and what I say goes."
I then said something I should not have. I couldn't help it, I swear.
"I'm the daddy, so what I – Crap!"
I put my head in my hands and listened to his light footsteps as he ran to his mom.
\-Jess-/
"I'm the daddy, so what I – Crap!"
I gasped, and then groaned. Just as I began to trust him, he does it again. Betrays me. Alex ran into my open arms[a mother just knows when her baby needs her] and listened as he whispered in my ear.
"H-he's lying, right mommy? I don't have a daddy. My daddy's gone. Momma?" I clutched my baby to me and felt the tears pour down my cheeks.
"My darling boy, I'm sorry." He started to sob in the crook of my neck. "Chris isn't lying."
Christopher got up and looked at me with pleading eyes.
"I'm so sorry. I -" I glared at him and interrupted.
"No. Out." Alex whimpered, and I turned around, seeing the tears well up in Christopher's eyes.
"Sh-sh-sh-shh, baby. I cuddled Alex in my arms as he whimpered, and he looked up with Christopher's pleading eyes.
"Mommy, I don't want you to be sad." I kissed his cheek.
"I'm sad for you, baby. I'm sad because I'm afraid I was wrong," I sighed, mostly talking to myself, now. "Because I didn't want that life, as a popstar, for you. I wanted you to be normal. Christopher and I had broken up.." I started sobbing, myself. "And I thought.. I thought he wouldn't want you."
Alex's eyes had closed, and I knew he'd fallen asleep. I'd let him nap it out, he had a long day, and he didn't get a nap earlier.
I was about to get up, when I felt arms grab me tight, and a hand over my mouth.
"Now listen here, do what we say, and nobody gets hurt. If you protest, I've got your son."
And then I was knocked out.
A/N: SORRY! Only two pages/792 words, for one. Two, HUGE cliffie. I didn't mean to, it just hit me all the sudden. You know, I actually make it up as I go with this story. Who/what do you think it is? Give me feedback in the reviews or msg box. I'll update soon, and in a few minutes I'll put up an excerpt.
