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“A little breakfast isn’t that hard. Come and sit down. What would you like to drink? I have coffee, milk, chocolate and some juice.”
She hesitated to sit, but as I stood up, she moved to the table.
“Juice, please,” she said. “Apple or orange if you have those.”
“Let me get you some orange juice, then.”
I moved to the fridge, glad I had my back to her so I could fix my expression. I had practice faking my emotions from work, so I could keep from her that I knew anything. She hadn't told me, so she must have her reasons for keeping this from me.
Is it a secret she should be keeping, though?
While I still didn’t know how to feel about what I read, the implications were obvious. I wasn’t stupid, so putting the clues together from that short text was easy enough. I had assumed that she was a nanny, and she went along with it, but it was sufficient confirmation that the child was Alessandra’s.
A part of me wanted to be angry, but the name in the text jumped at me again, and I felt my lips twitch. In a smile or a frown, I wasn’t sure.
I got the juice and moved back to the table with it after picking a glass for her. I knew my expression was stable as I sat back because she just looked at me happily as she uncovered the food.
“Let me know if there’s anything else you’d like,” I offered.
“What are you talking about? This is a lot already. I’m not sure I’ll be able to finish my share, so you might have to help me a little, okay? Besides, I talked to my mom before I came down. I’ll need to be home soon, and she’ll insist I eat something for lunch.”
I nodded absently. “I’ll need to drive you back, then…or have my driver drop you off.”
“What? No.” She refused immediately. “I can just call for a taxi from here; it’ll be fine. You might want to use the car or something, later.”
She sent another smile my way, then dug into the food. I watched her but didn’t forget to eat.
It has to be it then, I thought to myself. Mystery solved.
I thought back to when I asked if she had someone else and she told me she did. The mystery man had to be Trent. The name of her baby that also just happened to be my second, though rarely used name.
It had taken me some time to move past the fact that she was a mother to make the connection. I couldn’t tell Danny’s age because I didn’t see him, but since she’d been okay walking outside with the child, he couldn’t be that young.
If I thought back to when Danny could have been conceived, it was the only explanation. After last night, and sitting across from her for breakfast, I doubted she’d been with someone else within such a short time. Also, she wasn’t the type of person to name someone else’s child after her ex, if she had been so bent on forgetting me after leaving me.
Whether or not she still loved me, she at least still had feelings for me.
I smiled, watching her chew happily on her food before she started singing my praises of how good everything was. I chuckled a little, and I felt my emotions shift and relax.
At that moment, I knew what I was feeling. The idea that Alessandra named our son after me, even though she didn’t tell me about him, made a warmth grow in my chest.
There was another implication behind it, too. It means she still wants me.
Chapter Ten
Alessandra
“You’re going out again today, huh.”
Mom’s voice was flat as she said it, and I couldn’t help blushing. I had gotten up early, made breakfast, then taken a shower and gotten dressed. It wasn’t in the simple, comfortable clothes I wore at home, either, so it was pretty obvious to figure out.
“I’m not leaving right now,” I said slowly.
I had paused my steps, but I walked further into the living room, where Mom was holding Trent in her arms. I had checked his crib before coming down, but when he wasn’t there, I figured she would have him.
“He woke up while you were in the shower,” she explained. “I changed his diaper, but he’s probably hungry, so you need to feed him.”
“I know. I’ll feed him, and I’ll leave some fresh milk for you as well, I don’t know when I’ll be back tonight. Sorry for giving you so much work,” I apologized.
