Chapter 37
Randy and I had been sleeping for about an hour or so when I heard a loud knock on the front door. I grumbled and snuggled up closer to Randy; there was no way in hell I was getting out of this nice warm bed with my boyfriend unless my baby screaming. Whoever was at the front door could just go away until later. If it was John, he would just let himself in; anyone else—go away!
The knocking persisted, in fact, I'm pretty sure it was getting louder. It was loud enough to wake up Randy. His blue eyes popped opened and he growled at me, "Aren't you going to answer the door?"
I shook my head no and pulled his arm over my waist. "Sara...are you waiting for me to go answer the door?" I nodded my head. "You are the most difficult woman I have ever met..." he grumbled as he pushed the blanket off of him and started to get out of bed. I felt so bad for him; he hadn't had any sleep yet and he was so tired, but he was still willing to get out of bed and answer the door just because I didn't want to. I put my hand on his arm, stopping him.
"Go back to bed, hon, I'll go get it. It's probably John," I mumbled as I looked around for something to wear. I couldn't very well answer the door in my panties; what would the neighbors think? I smirked as I spotted the t-shirt Randy had been wearing when he came home tonight. My eyes caught his as he watched me pull the shirt over my head. I was just about to head out of the bedroom to answer the door when he caught me by the wrist and pulled me in for a kiss. "I'm gonna help you take that off later; don't get too comfortable in it," he whispered in my ear before he kissed me on the cheek and slapped me on the ass.
I rolled my eyes at him.
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I stopped by Caden's room to see if the knocking, which hadn't stopped yet and was getting louder, had woken him up. Thankfully, my little guy was still sleeping. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes I walked into the living room, glancing at the clock on the wall; it was only seven o'clock? Who the hell knocks on someone's door at seven in the morning on a Saturday? I got my answer when I opened the door and was met with the evil hazel eyes of someone I didn't think I'd ever see again. Punk.
"What...what are you doing here?" I stuttered as I back away. He was smirking at me and walking towards me; I had nowhere to go but to back up and I was shaking too bad to slam the door in his face.
"I came to see our baby, Sara. You didn't think I would just let this go, did you?" he said quietly as he stood in my living room, looking down on me.
"Please leave," I whispered. "After everything that happened between us, please, just leave."
"Hmm...can't do that. I want to see my kid," he said softly as he started walking down the hallway, determined to find Caden's room. I followed after him; I couldn't let him hurt my baby, not after everything that I went through just to have my little miracle.
Punk stopped in front of Caden's bedroom, put his hand on the doorknob, smirked at me one more time before he opened the door and walked inside, closing the door behind him. I started to open turn the doorknob before I heard a 'click' and door locked behind him.
"No!" I screamed. I started to pound on the door. "Damn it! Open the door! Don't hurt my baby!" I started to scream and cry, which woke up Randy and he came flying out of the bedroom and down the hall.
"Sara? What's wrong?" he asked as he watched me pound on the door.
In between my sobs, I managed to get out, "It was Punk at the door. He...he said he wanted to see Caden and he went into his room and locked the door. Randy, he's gonna hurt my baby!' I was starting to get hysterical at this point and Randy knew it. Without another word, he used his broad shoulder to hit the door. Nothing happened. He hit the door again with his shoulder and this time the door started to break a little bit. One more hard push and the door came off the hinges and me and Randy rushed into Caden's room. I screamed when I saw Punk sitting in the rocking chair that I used to rock my baby to sleep. He was holding my son and looking down at him with a smile on his face. He looked up at me and smirked. "He has my eyes..."
"Phil...please don't hurt my baby..." I whispered.
He chuckled softly. "I would never hurt our baby, Sara. I just wanted to see him. I never would have known you were even pregnant if someone in the locker room hadn't told me. Why didn't you call?" he asked as he stood up and handed me Caden. I immediately held the baby to my chest, holding him tight.
"You don't deserve to be anywhere near this baby, Phil. Not after what you did-"
"You had that coming, Sara. I warned you to be a good girl, but you would never listen to me. If you had listened to me, maybe our son wouldn't have been made the way he had been. Maybe you wouldn't be a single mom shacked up with a guy like Randall here," he said as he glared at Randy.
"Punk. Leave," Randy said gruffly. "Get out before I throw you out. You fucked up. Sara doesn't want anything to do with you-"
"Too bad, Randall. That little boy is going to bond us together. Forever. Don't forget that, Sara. Don't ever forget that," Punk said softly as he smirked at me one more time. He started to walk out of the room, but not before he stopped beside me and stroked Caden's soft brown hair first. "Bye, buddy. Daddy will see you later," he whispered. Then he winked at me and walked out of the room. I sat down in the rocking chair and started to cry, holding my baby close to me.
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A few minutes later, Randy came into Caden's room and sat down on the floor next to the rocking chair. Caden had gone back to sleep, but I couldn't stop rocking him; I didn't want to put him down. "He's gone," Randy said softly. "What were you thinking letting him in?"
"I...I...I didn't let him in, he just walked in, right past me and down the hall."
"How could you be so..." he stopped. I knew what he was going to say.
"Don't even start, Randy. What was I supposed to do? I haven't seen him in almost a year, I was shocked that he had actually found me. It all happened so fast."
He sighed. "I don't want to fight with you, Sara. But you need to start thinking more clearly in situations like this. I know you're scared of him, and I don't blame you, but you need to do something about it instead of just being scared. Let's go down to the police station and file for an order of protection from him. Then on Monday, I'll help you find a lawyer and you can start paperwork to terminate his parental rights."
"That's not going to help, Randy. I can't stay here in Boston anymore; he knows where I live," I said softly as tears started to roll down my face.
After a few seconds of silence, he finally started talking again. "Well, move to St. Louis with me. I still have my house down there; there's plenty of room for you and Caden."
"I can't do that, Randy..." I mumbled as I looked down at my sleeping son.
"Why not?"
I just stared at him; for the first time in a long time, I was out of excuses.