Author's Note: To those of you who are reading this, thank you. Also, sorry for the late update. The Spring Semester started for me and everything got really chaotic…I will try to update sooner.

Chapter 2

"I'll meet you right here when your lessons are over." I said, as I pointed to the spot where James always met me.

"Ok, I love you Mommy!" James responded, as he kissed my cheek. He picked his guitar up, and headed back to the room where his lessons were held.

I watched my son walk away. He was growing up way too fast. He was only 8, but sometimes he acted wise beyond his years. Recently, James started asking about his father. So far, I had avoided answering him, usually changing the subject. What I was planning to do today, was for James; to be able to answer his recent questions about his father.

I approached Border's and watched the crowd from the book talk disperse. Jamie would be preparing to leave. I wasn't sure I was ready to see Jamie again, but I had no choice. This was for James, not me. As I looked inside I realized something; I knew nothing about Jamie anymore. For all I knew, he could be married, and have a whole new family by now. I knew nothing, and in a way that scared me.

I finally gained enough courage and walked in the store. I cautiously headed over to where the book talk was, and where I knew Jamie would be. I stopped once I reached there, and planted my feet. I could do nothing but stare at Jamie. In the eight years that we have been separated he had aged quite a bit. He looked much older, and I had to wonder what made him age so quickly. Gray hairs became prominent among his original blond. I continued to watch as he packed his things. He was speaking to a young girl, who I only assumed was his agent.

"May I help you?" the girl asked. She had spotted me, and walked over to where I stood, still frozen to the spot and staring at Jamie.

"I was just wondering, could I speak to Mr. Wellerstein for a moment?" I replied, softly. I must have looked like some crazed fan the way I was staring.

"I'm sorry, but his book talk ended a little while ago and he's very busy." The girl snapped, turning and walking back over toward Jamie.

"Well, it will only be a minute. I'm sure he can spare a moment to speak to the mother of his child." I said, watching as the girl turned on her heal and glared at me.

"He has no son. I don't have a clue what you're talking about! I think you need to leave." The girl said, as she flipped her hair over her shoulder and pointed to the door.

"He wouldn't know about his son!" I yelled, pissed at her attitude. I made sure that I yelled loud enough for Jamie to hear, before I turned around and walked out the way the girl was pointing. I headed right to the spot where I would meet James. I knew Jamie would follow shortly. Being with him for five years, I knew even the years since could not have possibly changed his curiosity. My comment definitely had to make him curious. No sooner had that thought crossed my mind, then the door to Border's opened, and Jamie came darting out.

"Who are you, and how would you know if I had a son?" Jamie asked, slowly approaching me.

"Don't you recognize me?" I asked, venomously. Time may have aged him, but not me. I still looked almost exactly the same. I may have dyed my hair, but other than that everything else about me was practically the same.

"Should I? Maybe if I saw you in the light I would recognize you." Jamie responded, softly, having backed up a little bit at my outburst.

"Oh, come on Jamie. I can't look that different in the dark. Even if you can't see me you SHOULD recognize my voice! Eight years haven't changed yours at all." I stated.

"Cathy?" Jamie had questioned surprise evident in his voice.

"It sure took you long enough to figure that out." I responded, stepping into the light so that he could see my face.

"So, Cathy, were you serious about me having a son?" Jamie asked, watching me.

"Why didn't you return any of my calls?" I asked, ignoring his question for now.

"I don't know. I mean I guess it was because I knew it was you who was calling." Jamie replied.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked, sending him a glare.

"Just as I had said. You were the one calling. Cathy, think about it. Our five year marriage ended, would you have answered any calls from me at that time?" he responded, gently.

"No, I was hurt. YOU hurt me! I on the other hand, did nothing to you." I said.

"Well, I'm sorry. I thought you might have been calling to beg me to reconsider and get back together." Jamie stated.

"Why the hell would I do that? As I said already Jamie, I was hurt. I would not have even thought to want you back at that point. YOU, the person who I married and was supposed to spend the rest of my life with, hurt me! I was hung up on the fact that the vows that we had made were broken. I would never have wanted you back at that point. No way, how could you even think that?" I said, in response to his statement.

"I don't know, Cathy! How about the fact that you were almost calling me non-stop! I was trying to deal with my own god-damn issues and you kept calling! How was I supposed to know your reason for calling me?" he slung back.

"You were supposed to be the logical one! You were supposed to think like the super smart, nerdy man that I loved! But of course you didn't! You would never do what I wanted!" I yelled, not realizing all the emotions I had stored through the years.

"Cath, what does logic have to do with anything?" Jamie asked, obviously frustrated with the way this conversation was going.

"Because Jamie, if you had used logic you easily could have figured out that I called for nine months straight. Nine months!" I responded, staring at him as I wiped the angry tears away from my eyes. At least, I told myself, they were angry tears.

"Nine months? Why nine months? Why not ten or six or even seven…or wait….nine months…you were pregnant that whole time?" he asked, finally getting the message.

"Yes, Jamie." I stated, simply.

"Was the baby mine?" Jamie asked.

"Yes, HE is yours." I replied.

"God, I messed up, didn't I?" he asked, quietly, obviously shocked.

"I'd say." I stated, trying to figure out why my stomach was starting to do flip flops, I was mad at him. Wasn't I? Besides, I had Elise.

"What did you name him?" Jamie asked, studying me.

"I named him James, so he could at least have something of his father's." I replied.

"How old is he?" Jamie asked, causing me to almost laugh. Couldn't he do the math?

"I'm eight." I heard a voice behind me say; stopping my laughter dead in it's tracks. I turned and saw James behind me. He looked up at me innocently. I don't think he heard anything other than his name. I looked back toward Jamie. He was staring dumfounded, his mouth opening and closing like he wanted to speak, but no sound was coming out.

"Mommy, who is this?" James asked, coming to my side. He had his guitar in one hand and sheet music in the other.

"Cathy, can we talk about this over dinner? I'll treat." Jamie asked, before I could answer James. He was still staring at James, but he seemed to have regained his ability to speak.

"We can talk over dinner, but at my house. Elise is making dinner for us already." I replied.

"Elise?" Jamie questioned curiosity evident.

"The same one; I've been with her for the past eight years." I responded.

"With her meaning……?" he asked, obviously very confused.

"With her meaning as in a relationship with her." I replied.

He could only stare at me in response. I saw the shock and confusion in his eyes. He was totally confused. I knew he would be. Shoot, I was confused myself. Seeing Jamie again brought back so many emotions. I felt the hurt and betrayal. I felt the sadness and anger again. I even felt the jealousy I used to feel. Yet, there was something else there, an emotion that I could not place. I almost forgot that James was with us until he spoke.

"Mommy, who is this man? And can we go soon I'm starving." James whined, looking from me to Jamie and back again.

"James, relax. We'll go home and eat in a minute. Why don't you go put your things in the car, I'll be there in a minute?" I responded, ignoring his first question for now.

"Okay, but hurry up. I'm really hungry!" James said, heading for the car.

"That's our son?" Jamie asked, staring after James.

"The one and only," I replied.

"He's beautiful and seems very smart and well mannered." Jamie stated.

"Yes, he is." I said proudly.

"Now, what about dinner?" he asked.

"I believe I already invited you to join Elise, James and I tonight." I replied.

"Ok, but where do you live?" Jamie asked.

"Well, why don't you just follow me, and you'll find out?" I replied, rolling my eyes.

"Alright, just let me go get my car, and then I'll follow." Jamie said, heading into the parking lot. I watched him, and smiled when I saw him get into a Lexus. I waited until I saw him pull up, before walking to the car and getting in. I could not believe what was happening. My ex-husband was following me home. The woman he cheated with, my partner was cooking dinner for us. Our son was sitting in the car, having not a clue that he had just seen his father. My life suddenly felt like a movie.