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He notices it. The man doesn’t miss a beat. A smirk pulls his lips up as he takes a couple of steps my way. My mouth is dry. I want to say something to break the tension between us. I blame the long dry spell I’ve been enduring. A working single mother’s bed can be lonely. After Davi goes to sleep and everything goes silent, I’m alone. I’ve dreamed of him laying there with me more nights than I dare to count.
The weekend I was with him was pure craziness. I don’t have one-night stands. Not that I was a virgin but finding a man attractive and acting on it without knowing a thing about him – I don’t do that. Until that night. And look what happened. I got pregnant. I love Davi, but that’s the reason I don’t jump into bed with strangers.
Or people I know. The price to pay is too high.
But it was amazing. Not just the sex was earth shaking but the intense connection between us rocked my soul. Heat floods to my core. And I want…
Before I can do something stupid, there is a knock at the door, and I hurry to open it.
“David!” My son screams like a maniac as soon as I open the door, running to David’s open arms. “You here!!”
“I’m here,” David replies, holding him close to his chest while standing. They smile broadly at each other. David is so big and Davi so small, together no one can deny the resemblance. It’s astonishing. From the corner of my eye, I look at my father, who is still thunderstruck by the whole situation. I mean, what were the chances?
“I’ll wait for you tomorrow early at the construction site,” my father says to David. I’m sure they will talk about the roof, but also, they will talk about what’s happening here.
“Around seven?” David replies.
“See you there,” Dad says, then walks to me, kisses me on my cheek, and whispers in my ear, “Call me if you need me.”
“See you tomorrow, Daddy.”
My father walks out and closes the door behind him softly.
I turn to Davi and raise my hands in the air. “Did you forget about me?”
Davi wriggles from David’s arms and runs to hug around my hips. “I missed you, Mommy.”
This kid was born with charm and a silver tongue. “Sure,” I say, but my lips are pulling up in a smile. “Did you have some lunch with Grandpa?”
“Grandpa is going back to eat with Auntie Lissa,” he informs me. “The line so long….” He shakes his head. The boy hates to wait. “But, Mommy, I hungry.”
I smile at him, combing the short strands of his dark hair with my fingers. “You’re always hungry.”
David, who was observing the scene in silence, says, “Do you want to go out? Pizza, maybe?”
“Welovepizza, right, Mommy?” Davi replies.
I let a sigh out. “We do, baby.” But it won’t be smart to go to the pizza place now. I’m sure the rumor mill is already moving. Let’s get real. In this area, gossip is faster than Wi-Fi. In the upcoming weeks, we will be the talk of the town. Again. “What if we make a salad and order takeout?”
Davi makes a face. “Yuk.”
“Davi…” David says to him, it feels weird to have another person scolding my son. Even if he does it in a gentle tone, his voice is firm. “Remember what we talked about?”
That seems to placate my kid. He’s amazed by his father, even if he doesn’t know who he is. But, on the other hand, Davi is eager to please.
“David, come here!” My son says out loud, untangling from my arms and pointing to the back door. “Let’s pick the matoes from the backward. I teach you what is good to pick.”
While they walk around the big pots where I’ve been growing vegetables, I stay at the window looking at them, washing some lettuce for the salad. Davi points at some ripened red tomatoes. David says something, making him laugh while pointing out a green one.
The blood call, or whatever people call it, is real. I’m here, testifying it. I’m melting. There is no way to deny it. I’m excited. Davi deserves to know his father. And I’m terrified. What will happen when these six weeks end?
My head is pounding as hard as my heart does. How can I fortify my defenses and resist him?
You can’t steal anything that is already yours. He told me earlier today, and I’m afraid those words could be true. This is dangerous, and it isn’t a game.
“Mommy!” My son’s voice breaks the train of my thoughts. “We got matoes and a pepper for you. David knows everything about veggies. He grew up on a farm. Did you know that?”
Amazed, there is no other way to describe Davi’s feelings.
