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Chapter 17
Chick
It was strange not to come running for my son.
Chick was still attending daycare in the morning, even though it was only part-time. I thought it prudent because that way I could still spend the morning sending applications to different companies.
So far I hadn't had any interviews. And that made me nervous.
"Mommy, where's Daddy?"
I looked in the rearview mirror at my baby who was riding in the back in his car seat. His eyes were wandering out the window.
"Daddy is in the office."
Suddenly the brown eyes focused on the mirror, and he smiled at me.
"Can we go see him?" he put his little hands together in supplication. "I want to see him."
"We can't now, my love."
The light turned green, and I pressed the accelerator taking the road home. It was noon and Edward should be on his lunch break.
We hadn't talked in the week since he ran off to help his friend; I only responded to brief messages about how Eric and I were doing. I supposed it was normal for him to start pulling away from me. He was a single man.
I hadn't spoken to Dad either. Therefore, he wasn't aware that Edward and I were divorced. Maybe deep inside, I didn't want to talk about this with anyone.
Angela said that going to therapy was necessary. My best friend continued to hold my hand every day. She was the one who visited us and always tried to cheer me up when the vomiting became unbearable to bear.
For my part, I was undecided whether it was best to get therapy. I had a divorce to get over and as much as it hurt I had to move on.
I parked in the garage and waited for the curtain to close to allow my son to get out and run to the kitchen door.
"Mommy, I want water," Eric was on tiptoe as he pushed a glass into the refrigerator door.
I helped him. I watched him gulp down the cold water and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand once he'd finished. He dragged a chair over and carried it to the sink, curiously I watched as he took a pear from the fruit bowl on the table and washed it by himself, no help needed. He took off his tennis shoes and carried them himself to the small shoe rack in the hallway, as well as running to put his backpack in his room. Since when did he do that?
These were little things I had missed and couldn't make up the time to relive them with him. I was grateful to Edward that he was the best father to my baby because I was convinced that he had taught him to be neat and self-sufficient.
"Chick" I pronounced as I watched him eat the pear hungrily. "What do you want to eat?"
He turned to me and wrinkled his forehead.
"Vegetable soup..." he chewed the pear. "Just like daddy makes it."
I felt discouraged and my spirits dropped. It hurt me that my son was more accustomed to his daddy's seasoning than mine.
"I know how to cook vegetable soup too," I smiled, looking childish. "You can help me if you want," I invited him, trying to encourage him to cook with me.
My boy concentrated on looking at me and shook his head.
"No. Daddy can do it. Call him, Mommy, tell him to come and make me soup."
I went over to him and hugged him, snuggling his little body in my arms. I lay there on the floor holding him with me and holding my urge to cry.
"Eric, Daddy is working. He can't come."
"When he gets out. I wait. I'll stay here waiting for him to make my soup."
"No my love, you can't go all day without eating, your tummy will hurt," I tickled his belly and he started to laugh rolling in my arms. "Please, chick, cook with me."
He furrowed his brow and refused again.
"I'm waiting for Daddy."
"Fine," I replied dejectedly. "In the meantime, I can make you a cheese sandwich, would you like one?"
"In shapes?"
"Yes, we can make many shapes. Do you want a bear?"
My baby clapped his hands euphorically standing up and starting jumping on one foot and the other. I prepared the sandwich for him, and he took it upon himself to use the bear mold and shape his sandwich, in the course of the preparation I was thinking that I might as well talk to Edward and ask him to come over.
Dubitatively I took the cell phone and returned it to the table every second feeling silly, not knowing how to start a conversation.
Was I stupid? Possibly yes. I had no idea if our calls were still the same. I mean, we were divorced and even though he asked me to call him about anything, I still wasn't doing it. All these days we barely exchanged short messages and already... there was nothing but a long silence that meant our interaction was over.
I sighed deeply and selected his number.
My heart resembled a big drum that was pounding in my chest.
"Bells is something wrong?" was the first thing he asked. "Is Eric... you... okay?"
"Yes," I nodded as I bit my lip. "I'm calling because Chick wants you to make the vegetable soup...he doesn't want the one I make."
I heard him laugh behind the line.
"Okay," he said. "As soon as I get out of the office I'll stop by. Do you have all the
I opened the refrigerator door and looked at the cleaned and sanitized vegetables in place. I nodded.
"There's everything in here."
"Perfect. See you later, Bells."
I smiled stupidly, why couldn't it all be so easy?
"Daddy will be home later," I told my little boy.
His little eyes sparkled with excitement and his smile was wide. Eric loved his father...perhaps more than he loved me.
I stroked his brown hair tenderly.
Forgive me.
I wasn't going to cry. Maybe all was not lost, and I could win his affection. I knew there was still time for him to love me a little more.
Well, here we go again. Bella is willing to win her baby back. Of course, he loves her, she just tries to erase the abandonment in which she kept him. Do you think it will be easy?
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