Chapter 3

CLAIRE POV

I pace at the front door, well elevator, as I wait for my son and Owen Grady to come back.

I swear that Owen Grady was a menace, a planning two faced bumbling idiot, yet a very attractive bumbling idiot, unfortunately. He had the nerve to kidnap my child, he had the audacity to brainwash my son and he had the effrontery to persuade my Carson to go with him! I know I'm being over-dramatic but he is my son, I was the one that raised him, I was the one that gave birth to him, painful I may say, I love him now and till my heart stops and I will not let that idiot to take him away from me. I think furiously, yet I can't help think, Grady is just spending time with our son.

I'm taken out of my inner turmoil by the dinging of the elevator. I stop pacing and sit down on the end of the sofa. I feel my eyebrows sink lower down my face as the anger sets over my like a new skin. Owen Grady doesn't deserve to see my son, he was not there, throughout the hard times of child-raising and he sure as hell wasn't before he ran off to….. well here, I suppose.

The door opens and I saw Grady and Carson with giant smiles on their faces till they see me. Carson slouches and offers a limp half-hearted wave. Owen doesn't even bother to notice me, this irritates me even more so I stand, holding myself tall and proud and literally march over to him and with all my strength slap him round the side of the face.

I try not to cry out in pain. Only a grimace crossing my face as I stop myself from cradling my hand in pain. That was at least fractured. Ouch. I look at Owen to see a red mark growing on this face as he stares stunned at me but I don't care "where have you been Carson?" I direct at my son "why did you think you had the authority to kidnap my child Owen? " I snap at him, my attention focused on his face.

I don't see but I feel the anger fill his body as he straightens his body, slants his eyes in anger and zones in on me. He opens his mouth and I dread what he has to say. "Well, Dearing, my son and I have been bonding because you know; you hid him form me for nearly fifteen years!" I try not to let it show but that hurt. I feel my body betray me and I know Owen can see it.

I close my eyes breathe in and out while I try to mend the ribbon that he took from me. I snap my eyes open and say the most vicious things that come to mind" Grady did you ever think to realise why I never told you about Carson, why? I never told you because you wouldn't be a good father, you never shared, you never let up your emotions of feeling to anyone, and you built a wall so high that I couldn't get in and if I couldn't reach, how could our child? Owen Grady, the big, strong man afraid of love, who didn't think to tell the woman who loved him he was leaving, going to a different country, accepted the offer, without talking to me first. I didn't even have a chance, I knew it, you knew it and that's why you can never be a good dad, just like your father, Grady, alone!" I said in a deathly quiet voice, yet the venom behind every single word.

I knew my little monologue of anger would hurt him in ways he didn't know, I knew I touched more than one nerve on his behalf. I saw him try to stop tears come to his eyes, his body shrink to an unintimidating boy, his hand clench into a fist as I caused pain but what he didn't know? Every word what I spitted out was just as much pain for me as it was for him as it brought up old memories of what we used to be, before Carson.

Thinking to how I must look in front of Carson, I grabbed his arm, half dragging him into the apartment, to his room and told him to go in and that he was grounded for the foreseeable future. He opened his mouth to refuse but I shut him up with a glance and walked out.

As I went back downstairs, I could see Owen still standing there as still as a statue, he looked to be in shock. I went towards him, trying not to think of the smell of his cologne and shuck him arm. No reaction. I pinched his arm. Again no reaction. I gladly, I think, slapped him. Yet, still no reaction. There was only one thing left in my mind and I tried to shut the idea down immediately it didn't work.

I walked closer to him slowly and reached up on my tippy toes and put my lips on his. For a second nothing happened until suddenly with an unknown ferocity I felt his lips push back onto mine. My mind in bliss I didn't think of what I was doing until the elevator again dinged.

I pushed away and from his face, he looked dazed, as if he didn't believe what he had just done. Probably the same expression on my face right now. The doors opened and with a sigh he walked in, pushed the button and looked down at his feet. Before the doors shut Owens head raised and he looked into my eyes before slowly shaking his head and disappearing from view.

And what I didn't realise was, that as I walked away my ribbon healed a little bit, one tear had gone and in its place was several stitches. A few floors down in a moving electric box, a man's ribbon did the same, heal.

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