Chapter 2) Reunited.

Blenka city,

Adira's pov,

I bit my fingernail nervously as I looked around the airport.

My eyes kept on searching around as I tried to find him.

It has been a year.

A year since I last saw him face to face. I had been so busy handling my new life, and whenever I found the chance to go to him instead, something always came up.

But that was going to be over today.

He had called me a week earlier and told me about his upcoming arrival, which was today.

I remember how fast my heart pounded when I imagined him standing in front of me.

I remember how I could not sleep early at night because I wasn't able to stop thinking about him.

And finally, those long waits are over.

Any seconds from now, I was going to see him.

“Where is he?”. I muttered impatiently.

“Ma~ma worwy~?”.

I heard a voice, and looking beside me, I saw that it was Vincent, who was holding onto an action fiction toy in his hand, with this bright look in his eyes as he stared at me.

I was holding his hand, but let go of him and squatted, before making him stand in front of me.

A bright smile appeared on my face as my eyes never left his side.

Instantly, all my worries disappeared, and all that I could see was him.

I can't believe that such an adorable child belonged to the late Valentina.

The more I thought about it, the more unbelievable I found it to be.

I caressed his cheeks.

“I'm not worried again, my son”. I said to him, and placed a long kiss right there on his forehead, before I continued to think to myself.

It has been one year. One year since I discovered the most shocking truth of my life. That the son whom I had adopted belonged to none other than Valentina, who had hurt me in the past. Though I had let go of that long ago, and never imagined that she was going to commit suicide.

Other than that, the police from Cindaly City came to a conclusion 7 months ago after their investigation into Vincent had grown deep roots.

They figured out that the man, whom Valentina had killed, was the father of her son. My Vincent. And was also the son of that elderly woman, Vincent’s grandma.

And since Valentina, his (Vincent’s) only family, turned out to be a criminal and had died, it was finalized that I would be his mother forever, unless I wanted to get rid of him.

Though, I knew that something like that was never going to happen between both of us.

I was his mother no matter his identity, and there was nothing that could ever change that.

Also, I never made it public that he was Valentina's son, as I knew that the public were going to point fingers.

I never wanted such a life for him. And I was glad that the police officers shared the same minds and opinions as me.

“Adira”.

I heard my name, before I felt someone stand in front of us.

Due to that, my attention returned to reality, and I lifted my face to stare at the person who had the deep voice I could never forget.

His tall stature, including his Greek god face and pairs of amber eyes greeted my eyes.

So with his chiseled jawline, his pointed nose, and his mixed-colored black and white hair. The only thing was that his hair wasn't curly anymore but had been cut into a low cut.

When I saw that it was Micheal, my eyes lit up immediately, and my mouth slowly parted open as I tried to say something to him.

Suddenly, a frown appeared on my face as I continued to stare at him. I did not fail to see the ‘taken aback’ look on his face after the expression on my face changed.

I rose up and never broke eye contact with him.

“Wh- what is it, babe?”. He asked me, and I saw it. A drop of sweat formed on his forehead and slid down his temple.

As for me, rather than answering him, I hit his chest with my fist, causing him to look at me in disbelief.

“Ouch”. He said, but I could tell he was sort of teasing me, because I had not punched him hard enough.

Not caring about the onlookers, I punched him again, and this time, my punch came with a voice.

“What took you so long?”. I raised my voice at him a little bit and said to him, as I was offended.

If I had known that it was going to take him this long to return, I wouldn't have left him alone in Cindaly City.

But, what would I have probably done? Drag him with me?

I couldn't do that, because he was there to ensure the safety of Cindaly City before he could return.

But, did he have any idea just how worried I had been about his life these past few months?

He could not shoot any gun even if he were in danger, and that was because of his injured hands. So, how could I not be worried about something as serious as that?

What if- what if something serious had happened to him? What then am I going to do?!

Tears were threatening to escape from my eyes, but I turned away from him because I didn't want him to see me crying.

I didn't want him to think that I was pathetic and weak.

“Are you alright, babe?”. He asked me.

His voice was calm and everything you call gentle.

He held my hand, and that touch was enough to break me and tears escaped from my eyes.

“Do you know how worried I have been because of you? Do you know how scared I have been? I- most times when you don't answer my calls, I always feared that something bad had happened to you!”. I said, but maybe, just maybe, I might have overreacted and raised my voice at him higher than I had wanted it to be.

And I think I had caused the entire people in the airport to stop what they were doing and stare at us.

At this point, it felt really awkward, because people were starting to recognize me, and the face cap and the glasses I had worn as a disguise were turning out to be useless.

But come to think of it. How was Micheal able to recognize me at one go?