chapter 6

Weeks had passed since the roses came, and since then, Logan still had not come back. She was tired of coming up with excuses for her son, who kept demanding to know when his daddy would take him to buy cars like he’d promised. On this faithful day, when she felt she would snap, the sound of the code being punched into the door echoed in the room and Christopher turned around hopefully, his mind wishing that the person about to enter was his dad

Lucky for him, it was his dad. Logan walked in, his hands filled with luxury items.

“Daddy!” Christopher cried out running to meet him.

“Hey, my boy.” He responded, kneeling down to accept his hug.

“Where did you go, Daddy? Did you forget you are supposed to take me to look at cars?”

“No son, I didn’t forget. In fact, I was busy searching for all the best shops for us to go to so you can have only the best cars.”

“Really!?”

“That’s right.”

“So what about these bags then?” He asked pointing at the bags in his father’s hands.

“These are for your mother. It’s my way of saying sorry to her. Could you please help me beg your mommy to forgive me for before?”

The bastard was using her son as a shield. He probably chose to come on a day he knew Christopher would be around so he wouldn’t have to deal with her directly.

“Ok, daddy,” Christopher responded eagerly, he wanted his mommy and daddy to be together again like they were before. He turned to his mom, grabbing her hand and staring up at her pleadingly, “Please forgive daddy.” He said in a soft voice. “He promises not to do such a bad thing to you again, Mommy. So please forgive him.”

She knelt down and ruffled her son’s hair, “Alright Christopher, I’ll forgive him but only for you.”

“Yay, mommy and daddy are together again.” He said happily.

Marybeth refused to make eye contact with Logan as she collected all the bags of luxuries that he handed over to her.

“You ready for us to go find you your perfect car?” Logan asked Christopher.

“Mhm! Bye mommy!” He called out to her, waving his hands energetically as they left, heading to Logan’s car.

She watched them leave from the window, watching as they drove away, an anxious feeling coming over her. She brushed it off, there was no way Loahn would do anything that would hurt their son. If only she knew how wrong she would be later on.

Logan and Christopher arrived at their second shop of the day; the first one didn’t have what Christopher wanted, so they drove here hoping to try their luck again.

“How about this one?” Logan said, gesturing towards a black toy car modeled after a Rolls-Royce.

“No! I want it in green! I told you I want it in green!” Christopher yelled back.

Christopher was frustrated, cranky, and hungry. It was past noon and he had only had breakfast today. His little mind couldn't understand why his daddy hadn't asked him if he was hungry, the way his mommy would around this time. He gazed around the shop, hoping Smith wouldn't be like the first shop- they didn't have the color he wanted, and just when they were about to leave, his father ran into a work friend, and they spent over two hours talking. His tummy grumbled, he was really hungry.

Logan beckoned to a staff member, telling them what his son wanted. He stared at his son who was actively ignoring him. He didn't think the day would turn out like this. Things had started out great between them, but it had veered left after the first shop didn't have the colored car he wanted. He never imagined his son was so fussy. Anytime he saw him with Marybeth, he was always smiling and laughing, so why on earth was he acting like this now?

“So, I've told them what you want and they want to go get it, so we'll have to wait a bit. Do you want anything as we're waiting?”

“Yes. I'm hungry. I haven't had anything since breakfast, and you didn't ask me. Mommy always asks me.”

Shit. Food. That's right, the kod was hungry. He had forgotten that children needed to eat a lot more regularly than adults did.

“OK, I'm sorry. I forgot. There's a McDonald's down the street. What do you want me to get you?”

“A happy meal,” Christopher responded eagerly, his stomach rumbling even louder now.

“Alright, Daddy is on it. Just wait here and don't cause any trouble for them ok?”

Christopher nodded his head in response. Logan headed off to the reception to inform them that he had to quickly go get his son something to eat.

“Alright sir, but please don't take too long. We're a toy car shop, and as such, we are not equipped to handle children for a long time.”

“I understand. I won't be too long. Thirty minutes tops.”

He walked towards McDonald's and got his son a Happy Meal. Just when he was about to head back he received a notification- it was a text message from Christa. She had sent a picture of herself dressed in a lacy thong and bra, the text read: Come hurry to me. I want you so bad right now. He froze already salivating at the thought of her, his eyes glanced at the McDonald's meal in his hand and towards the shop. He shrugged, deciding that missing one meal wouldn't kill his son, then he called an Uber, not wanting to be seen going back to his car.

It was five in the evening when Marybeth received the call that asked her to come pick up her son from their establishment. She had been preparing dinner for them after having decided to accept Logan’s apology since he was finally spending time with his son.

“What do you mean?”

“Your son has been here for a while, ma'am. Please come pick him up.”

“He was with his father. Where did his father go?”

“We have tried calling Mr. Renfry. Repeatedly. But we got no response so that's why we called you.”

“Is my son ok?”

“Yes, ma’am, he is. Please just come and collect him. We are still here waiting for you.”

Mind in a panic, she hurried over to the shop, taking care to drive just fast enough that she wouldn't be pulled over. She arrived at the shop and hurried in.

She saw Christopher seated, uncovered legs swinging happily as he munched on chips. She grabbed him checking him from. Head to toe to make sure he was alright.

“Are you alright baby?” she asked fearfully.

“I'm ok mommy. I'm just waiting for daddy.” He frowned, “He went to buy me a Happy Meal, but that was forever ago, and he still isn't here yet. Do you know where Daddy went?”

“No, I don’t. But I'll make sure I ask him when I see him.”

She walked towards the manager who stood discreetly behind them.

“So it took you hours to reach his mother after you couldn't get through to his father. My son was in your establishment, alone for hours and you guys felt it was alright to wait before calling me?”