Mommy, I found us a Daddy for Christmas

I have finally finished setting the dining table up. I have prepared enough food to feed this street. I'm just so happy and moreover, today is Christmas Eve so why not? On the table lays Pan-seared steak with roasted vegetables and mashed potatoes, chicken parmesan with spaghetti and mariara sauce which are his favourites. I also made some of mine like Paella Valenciana and Chuletón de Buey. I can't wait for him to get here. He would absolutely love this. By 11pm, my excitement starts to turn into worry about Jaxon. He told me he would be here latest by 10pm. This is one hour later and I doubt anything could be holding him up at the office. I decide to wait some more before calling because there's no use in getting agitated. There are times when he comes home late because of traffic but normally, he would have sent me a text first. After pacing around the living room for God knows how long, the clock strikes 12pm further increasing my fears. Picking up my phone, I

The flight got delayed by an hour. While waiting for the hour to pass by, Hazel slept off on my lap. The night before, the manager had sent me our plane tickets which were booked for Saturday morning. 8am. Which meant that we had to be up really early. So I had to wake her up earlier than usual to get ready. Thankfully, after an hour of getting some work done to wile away time, they finally inform the passengers to get ready to go onboard. I pick her up in my arms and check in at customs. Soon we are inside the plane off to the one place that I ran away from. Whatever destiny this is, definitely hates me. That's for sure. I guess the only good thing that came out of all of this is the fact that the company gave us a first class ticket. I have never flown first class before. It's a pity that this wasn't a flight to a vacation. On the great side, I'm not spending a dime. So why not enjoy it? Hazel is beside me sleeping her ass off. That's good for me because I now have

Jaxon.My heart skips a beat. His green eyes stare into mine in shock. He still looks almost the same as two years ago. His face is not clean shaven anymore and now keeps a mustache. He looks good on him though. The urge to reach out and run my hands through his soft hair courses through my fingers. He steps forward and the memory of that day pops up in my mind. I step back, hitting the chair behind me by mistake, feeling hurt all over again. “Seems like you moved on pretty quick”. The accusatory tone and look in his eyes throws me off guard. Resentment and rage bubbles up in my heart as I look at him. I’m sure he had heard me talk about Hazel. He must not find out she’s his daughter. He might take her away from me. The nerve of the cheating bastard to talk to me like that. I don’t reply him and instead, sidestep him to leave the room. As I pass him, he tucks his hands into his pocket. On the outside, he looks calm and relaxed. But after knowing him for quite sometime

" Isabel," Jaxon's voice crepitated, noiselessly hopeless, like he had not said my name in ages. He was standing by the kitchen counter when I walked by, his broad back stiff, eyes concentrated on something only he could see." Yeah?" I told myself not to look at him, but like every other time, I could do nothing differently. His being dragged at me, too strong, indeed when swearing on my honour not to move an inch towards him.Turning toward me, I could not help notice how his jaw strained; his fingers dragged at the edge of the counter hard enough that, from where he stood, it might be the reason he was still upright." We need to talk."I stepped outside, the door vocally clicking shut behind me. Hazel's room was down at the far end of the hall, and I'd just begun asking her how it had gone, but something in the air of this room was ladened. Too thick. Something hung suspended between them, staying." About what?" I did not want to make this easy for him. He had not exactly earned m

"Why did you lie to me, Jaxon?" The words felt like they were being ripped from my throat. I could not stop them, indeed, if I wanted to.Jaxon stood there, his hands gripped into fists by his sides, his gaze steady but tense—the weight of my question lugging at him. He opened his mouth and also closed it, like he searched for words but got lost in the sea of all he would hide."I in no way meant to hurt you, Isabel." His voice cracked, the crack a fist to the gut. It was not the cool, confident, self-assured man I knew. This was a raw, broken man who'd been carrying his secrets for far too long. And for the first time in a veritable long time, I could see how deeply those secrets had scarred him."You do not understand, do you? You've been living in a bubble of lies, and I have been right then, trusting you, allowing everything to be fine." I rubbed my forehead, trying to keep my countenance, but the anger—oh, the anger—kept washing up."I. I wanted to tell you, Isabel. I swear I did. B