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"You meant what you said about me having a son?" He asked as I was turned to the house. I looked over my shoulder to him and saw he really wanted to know.
I turned back to him and took my wallet, Johnny came closer again as he was curious now. "Here, this is my son Thomas." I said as I showed him a picture, it was from his first birthday and I smiled proudly.
Johnny took it as he looked at the picture with a smile. "Thomas." He only said as he kept on looking at the picture. "From when is this picture?" He asked as he looked back at me.
"It's from his birthday, 3 months ago." I answered as I looked at his smile, I was relieved a bit because I could see he wasn't angry about the fact he didn't knew about his son in first place.
"Keep the picture, I've got enough." I said as I started to smile at him.
"Really?" He asked groggy. I could see he was having some tears in his eyes. "Really." I whispered as I put my wallet back in my pocket. Johnny was still holding the picture as he was looking at it.
"You see that light over there?" I asked as I pointed to the window. He looked up and nodded.
"That's my son's room." I whispered as I was smiling now, he kept on looking at the window and I could see him dreaming. It made me feel lost for some reason; I wanted to take him inside with me to show him his son. But it was already late, so I better couldn't do that now.
"I want to see him." Johnny whispered as he looked at me for a moment.
"Anytime you want, but as you know. I'm going to move away from America." I said, I already decided I wanted to do the job.
"Where are you moving to?" He asked.
"London, in Great Britain. I'm going to start a new life." I said and saw he was looking sad again.
"Then I'm not going to see you again." He whispered as he looked back at the picture. Now I was feeling sad when he reminded me of that.
"We can keep in touch you know." I said hopeful and he looked up at me.
"You mean that?" He asked stupidly and I nodded. He looked at his watch and sighed.
"I must go now; the dancers are waiting for me I guess." He said as he putted the picture in his pocket.
"Okay, I'm going to bed. I'm really tired." I said softly and I wanted to turn back to the house. He grabbed me and kissed me for the last time. I laid my arms around his neck as I kissed him back. I couldn't resist him anyway.
He loosened me and smiled for a bit, he wanted to turn around to walk back to the bar.
"Johnny?" I asked and he looked over his shoulder at me with a smile.
"I never stopped loving you." I said as I laid a hand on the place where my heart is. His smile became bigger as I turned and walked to the house. I felt he was looking at me till I was inside.
I closed the door behind me and went upstairs after I hanged up my jacket. I went first to my son, when I was at the cradle I was smiling happily. He was deep asleep and I looked at his little face. He really looks like his father, I thought as I gave him a kiss on his head.
I went to bed, when I was laying on it I was thinking about Johnny again. Now I was smiling, because I know now that he still loves me and that he wanted to see his son very much. I had butterflies in my stomach when I thought about the kiss.