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As I sit in the back of my car on my way to the office, I think about the fact that my wife wants to have kids and I don’t want to have any. This is a topic that couples discuss when they are dating before they even get married. But Jewel and I didn’t go through the traditional dating route before getting married.
I never considered the fact that Jewel might want to have children, if not I would have had this discussion with her earlier. And hearing it come from her, caught me off guard.
We just made up, and I don’t want this to cause another fight between us. I just got her back and the last thing I would want is for us to fight because of this. But having a child is a huge step that I don’t want to take at this point in my life.
I’m pining for the CEO position of Anderson Corp, and when it pulls through, I will be very busy and might not have time for a child.
I don’t want to turn out just like my father. I don’t want to be the type of father that he was to me.
“We are here sir,” my driver calls my attention drawing me out of my thoughts.
As I walk into the building of Anderson Corp, some of the staff at the reception greets me but I just mindlessly nod my head my mind going back in time.
As a little boy, while growing up, I always spent Christmas and several holidays alone. My parents were never around.
My father was always in one country or the other having a business meeting. And as for my mom, she just never cared enough to be around. She always seemed to prefer the company of her friends to that of her son.
When I turned ten, my father shipped me off to go live with his younger sister, James’ mother, and her family in Chicago. He believed she would raise me better because according to him I needed to learn some life lessons and she was in the best position to teach them to me.
I hated it there. Aunt Joan and her husband were the true definitions of misers. Aunt Joan would always say, “Going a day without food isn’t going to kill you, instead it will help you learn how to survive without food, should in case the need arises.”
So, she always made me go without food for a whole day, sometimes even more. I hated her for this, but I hated my parents even more for taking me there and allowing me to suffer all that.
James and I share a two-year age gap, with him being my senior. He already got accustomed to going days without eating, and whenever I found it challenging, he would mock me.
From the beginning, James never welcomed the idea of me living with them. Our relationship was strained, mainly because, for some inexplicable reason, he viewed me as a threat and was convinced that I would compete with him for his parents' love.
Because of that, he would always pick on me accusing me of things that I didn’t do.
While I lived with them, I became anorexic and was always constantly falling ill. This continued for three years until I was seriously ill and was in a coma and my father got to know about it.
When he came to get me, he was very disappointed in his sister for the way she raised me. He took me back to New York with him.
You would think that he would try to be a father to me after that, but no, he decided to ship me off to a boarding school instead.
I’m scared that I might turn out to be the same type of father my dad was to me, and that’s why I’m being reluctant about becoming a father.
Throughout the day I try my best to focus on work and think less of the discussion I would have to have withMischiefwhen I get back home.
The day goes by in a blur with me attending meetings and as I prepare to attend my last meeting for the day with one of our business partners my dad texts me that he will be going to the meeting instead.
The comfort of home wraps around me as I step through the door, and there she is—Mischief—sitting on the couch watching TV, a warm smile playing on her lips. Her smile is contagious.
"Welcome back," she says, her eyes reflecting a genuine happiness that eases the weight off my shoulders. Her presence alone is enough to make me forget the stresses of work.
“You look tired,” she observes as I pull her out of her seat and kiss her on her lips. “How was your day?” She asks, her lips ghosting mine.
A smile spreads across my lips. “I think my day just got better.” I kiss her again, relishing the taste of her lips. She tastes like strawberry, courtesy of the strawberries that she had been having when I walked in.
She chuckles lightly against my lips. “Why don’t you go take a shower, I made us dinner.”
I lean back a little, my surprise evident on my face. “You cooked?” We both know she has no business going close to a stove.
She starts laughing. “Okay, I think I need to rephrase that. Maria helped me to make dinner.”
“Really? Now I’m curious, what did you make?”
“You will find out when you finish taking a shower. Now go.” She gently shoves me away.
