Chapter 5

Jimmy laid in his hotel bed, thinking of why Cindy had done that.

'Johnathon's middle name is Nicholas. For Nick. We had a thing while you were gone.'

Her words echoed in his head as he rubbed his temples.

"I thought things were going fine! We were so close... So close."

He stood up and approached the window.

"We were... Things were... Fine."

Jimmy pushed the curtains aside to gaze at the small town below. He had gotten the presidental suite.

"Cindy..." he whispered, tears springing up in his eyes.

Jimmy shook his head vigorously, trying to clear his head.

"What'll I do?"

He laid back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

"What will I do?" repeated Jimmy quietlyas he fell into an uneasy sleep.

Cindy was going through nearly the same thing that night.

"I can't believe I told him that... And how I did it? Awful..."

She stared at the wall, putting her feet up on the ottoman in front of her.

"I was such a bitch..."

Cindy sighed and got up to prepare her son his nightly bottle.

"I can't believe myself."

She took milk out from the refrigerator and poured it into a blue-ish tinted bottle. Johnathon didn't drink formula.

"Why am I blaming myself? He's the one who... No. Libby said it was her fault... Too bad I don't talk to her anymore."

Cindy speed walked up the stairs, not even caring if Johnathon was awake. She inched the door open. Johnathon was sitting up in his crib, silent, waiting for her.

"Hey, baby. What's up?"

She shuffled forward to give her baby the bottle. Why did she shuffle, you ask? Well, she feels miserable for what she did is why.

"Mama." Johnathon cooed while reaching his arm out at her.

Cindy smiled and picked him up.

"How's my little man doing?"

She glanced at the clock. It was nearly midnight.

"Oh... It's almost midnight... You better get to sleep soon, you rascal!"

Cindy sat down on the rocking chair her mother had found in the attic. It had been used for when Cindy was born, and now it was her turn to rock her child in it. She ran her hand through Johnathon's nice, soft hair.

"Your hair feels like your father's..."

Johnathon looked up at her mother from where he had set his head on her shoulder.

"Mama?"

"Yes?"

"Was that Papa?"

Cindy's breath caught in her throat. She had kind of forgotten that Johnathon was the son of a genius and could already understand most things that others his age couldn't. Cindy held her breath, not wanting to lie to her son.

"He... Well..."

The look on her face was enough to confirm one and a half year old Johnathon's suspicions.

"Mama?"

Pale-faced, Cindy looked down at her intelligient little boy.

"Let's go see Papa!"

A/N: Well... What do you think will happen? And why is Johnathon so smart? Well, he really is the son of a genius and a genius. (One certified, the other not)

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