The whistling of the wind outside was almost deafening as it swept through the empty space, rustling Adam's hair. He unstrapped King's car seat, and then scooped him into his arms. King's head rested on his chest, but his legs flailed wildly. "I want--I want popsicles, uncle Adam. Get me one, please. Daddy isn't being nice to me today." "King, I know you want it now, but you need to listen to your Daddy. Your doctor friend wants you to--" "No! I want it now! Nana will–will--" Sighing deeply, Adam stroked the little boy's back as he watched his face crumpled like a handkerchief. Facing the sturdy skyscraper, his phone rang. With one hand firmly holding little King, Adam shoved the other into his pocket, rooting his phone out. From the other end, a grey haired woman in an elegant white gown idly sat in a rocking chair, her legs crossed, facing a huge fireplace with a wide mantle. She watched intently as the fire crackled. The glowing flame illuminates the dimly lit room. Behind her,
Right outside Diamond mall, thunder rumbled as lightning crackled down, illuminating the tarred road, with rain pattering furiously. At the parking lot, Adam unfastened King from his car seat. The happy little boy skipped as they entered the well lit mall. Shoppers turned and stared lovingly at the cute and adorable little boy gripping Adam's hand as they found their way in. "What flavor would you like to have, King? They have lots here." With a smile, Adam playfully stroked King's chubby cheek. "Hmm…" Little King pinched his chin and tilted his head back slightly, deep in thought. Adam chuckled lightly, noticing the loving eyes on the boy. Everyone stopped and stared at the adorable child laughing ecstatically and doing a happy dance as he gazed at the popsicles displayed in front of them. "I want that… that… that…" King licked his lips. Leaning against a shelf, Adam stood beside the little boy. Then his phone rang. He quickly shoved his hand in his pocket, he froze, staring at
Right in an elegant, modern suite, on the highest floor of the hotel, Kelvin stripped himself bare, then strolled into an exquisite bathroom seeping sweet smell. He stood under a showerhead, lather his body and let the lukewarm water cascade down his glass skin. The steam rose, dimming the view as he showered. Now, all done. He slipped into a bathrobe, dialed a number and poured his thunderous voice through. His face contorted with fury. "I'm gonna fucking kill you with my bare hands! How dare--" A soft knock on the door, trailed his voice. Kelvin gazed at the door, furrowing his brow. His jaw clenched. Out in the hallway, a quivering figure, drenched from head down, stood by the door. When they turned their faces toward their view; it was Adam. He chewed his nails nervously. Inside the suite, Kelvin pressed a button on the smooth wooden nightstand beside the neatly made bed covered with a comforter. Beside the bed, a red toy train and other colourful toys were neatly placed in a
"Mom, I've got no time for this. Please." "Let me speak with my grandson. What's this joke?!" "King has gone to bed, he said his goodnight early because–" "You can't fool your mother, Kelvin! I'm gonna take the first flight back home to see my grandson!" "Stay and get better for fuck's sake, Mom. He's fine! Christ!" Still on the screaming call with his mother, Kelvin paced around his suite. His hand constantly ran through his hair. His bare chest flashed every now and then at the uniformed cops standing by the door. Beside them was the cowering Adam still drenched in his wet clothes. The night had moved too fast, and every minute spent awake, the hole in between, stretched wider in their hearts. "Take your rest, Mom, I'm gonna call back when it's dawn." "You know I speak with that boy every night." "Please rest, Mom. My son misses you too, and you know it." "Ok." With a soft tap on his lit screen, the call was cut off. Furrowing his forehead, Kelvin's head snapped towards th
"Who are you, and how did you get into my home?" Natasha stepped into her home and was startled by the figure munching on an apple. The bunch of keys slipped out of her hand slapping hard on the carpeted floor. "I'm here for Mr. Hanord. I'm carrying his baby." "Could you repeat that?" Locking eyes with Natasha, the young woman put her hands on her waist. "You heard me, ma'am. He should take responsibility for what he did." "Oh really?" "Yes. Since he forced himself on me, he should be able to force himself to fend for the baby. I don't have any money." Natasha bent down and grabbed her keys. Her knuckles whitened. "Come on, let me take you to him." "You will do that? Why?" "Do you want to meet him or not? He doesn't live here anymore." "Oh…" The young woman dragged her feet behind as Natasha led them out of the apartment. ****** At Elite Kiddies Lounge Is this a joke or what? How is she here, with my son? Squinting his eyes at Syntia, Kelvin crossed his arms around his ch
"Hope you wouldn't mind me asking, sir." "As long as it isn't a foolish question." Taking her eyes off Kelvin, Syntia swallowed. "Where's his Mom? I think he needs his mother." "He should be in bed. Come have your bath, son." "I want Mommy to do it today. Mommy was great last night, Daddy." Kelvin crinkled his nose as he looked Syntia up and down. "I'm sure it wasn't a good bath, King. I'm gonna get you to doctor Smith for a thorough checkup." "No, Daddy!" He jabbed his little finger toward his father. "It was good! I don't like doctor friend with stinky stinky bitter candies!" "Were there purple roses you love so much?" King shook his head, glancing at Syntia. "Then it wasn't good, my son. Your skin should always be flawless. Always. Remember that, okay?" "Yes, Daddy." "Take my son to his bathtub and give him a proper scrub." He stood up and sauntered off. Frozen in place, Syntia's face crumpled. "Don't tell me that arrogant man just insulted me in my face, just because… c
As the morning light streamed through the suite, King jumped out of bed and pulled his father off Syntia's body. "You don't get to touch Mommy!" His voice was sharp and clear enough to shake the adults off their slumbers. Twisting her face, Syntia stretched. Yawning softly as she slowly opened her eyes. "King!" "Get off the bed, Daddy!" Syntia swung her legs down, spotting her, King jumped into her arms. She picked him up and kissed his forehead. "Good morning, King." "King is happy, Mommy." "That's sweet, baby." King pointed fiercely at his father rubbing his face and grunting groggily. "You didn't get me that toy, Daddy. You never get me anything!" "Did you wake me up because of a girl's toy, King?!" "It's not. They're cute, Daddy." "I'm not gonna get such a toy for, my son. Play with the ones you already have if you won't choose another." King wriggled out of Syntia's arms and jumped in his father's, ranging blows at him with his tiny fists. Kelvin blocked them with his
"Save it, Syntia with a letter S." He chuckled softly, turning around to meet her naked eyes. "The only thing I want is putting smiles on my son's face. I'm glad he could find something worthy in you like his father has found something too." Syntia's jaw hung loosely when her eyes caught the blinding skin of the towering man in front of her. Drooling was a bit low, to say the least. "How much are you offering, sir? I need to be sure." "We could discuss that after sending my son to his room. I'm already naked… we can lock King in his room now and fall right on the bed." "I want frosted cereals, Mommy. Please feed me some." Glaring at his son, Kelvin backed away from the trembling Syntia. "I was only talking about caring for King, not warming your bed… sir." "You can go to the pantry over there. Everything you need is right there." He sauntered toward the bathroom. "If you need to go shopping, let me know, I'll take you there myself." "What about his school? I mean–" "There won'