Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 25728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
And then she smiled and my whole world changed forever.
PRESENT DAY
I rushed around the cabin trying to grab as much of the baby's stuff as possible while my mind raced a mile a minute. Every moment my son was out of my sight was an agony of fear. What if he left without me? The thought made me gag.
I threw the last of the baby's little onesies in the bag and rushed out the door almost tripping over my feet.
He was standing next to the car with a confounded look on his face. I don't think I'd seen him look anything but confident and self assured before.
I picked up my walking until I reached their side wanting so much to take my baby out of his hands. It may seem a bit extreme but except for the time spent in the hospital I had not once let him out of my sight.
When Colin didn't move from his position I found the courage to look up at him timidly. Still the most gorgeous human being on the planet, the mere sight of him hurt my heart. It hurt because he could never be mine, and I wondered; was it better to have had him for that little while, only to have lost him? Or would I have been better off not knowing him at all?
My beautiful son, that wonderful surprise blessing would've filled the void in the coming years, having inherited all that was his father. At first sight, much as with his father, I had fallen in love with my precious boy. In that moment he had become my world, my reason for living when I had thought all was lost. Now Colin was here, threatening to take him away, to once again rip my world apart.
Someone else had done that not too long ago, then I'd ran away like a frightened rabbit, this time there was no way. I would fight every force on earth to keep my son nothing or no one was going to take him from me. Not even the great Colin Stewart.
"Get in the car."
Chapter 4
She sat like a statue in the seat next to me, the baby clutched tightly to her chest. I wanted to rip him away from her, wanted to hurt her the way she's hurt me. "You ran with my kid in your womb." I had a tight leash on my anger. She swung her head towards me, eyes wide with fright. I gave her a cursory glance, gritting my teeth against the pull she still held for me. How could I still want her after what she'd done? Not only had she played me for a fool but she'd stolen my seed. She was the only woman I had ever been that careless with and she had used it against me. I couldn't regret my son though, no matter how he came to be.
"I didn't know I was pregnant when I...left."
"Really, you expect me to believe that? Admit it, this was all some elaborate scheme to get your hooks into me wasn't it? But I've got news for you, whatever you had planned will never come to pass, you will never use my son against me. By the time I'm through with you you'll wish you never met me on that beach." I was back to fuming, when I thought of how thoroughly she had deceived me I wanted to lash out. I wanted her insides to be spilled on the ground, gutted, the way she had left me when she disappeared from my life.
"Were you even a virgin? I have to wonder now, because your actions since we landed back in the states does not reflect the innocent naive girl I..."
I stopped myself short; I’d almost given too much away. There's no way in hell I'd ever utter those words to her again.
"Colin I..."
"Save it, you're a liar and a thief there's nothing you can ever say to convince me that you're anything more than a manipulative calculating bitch."
She drew back as if I'd struck her, but I could care less. Her ploys wouldn't work on me a second time. I was getting ready to tear into her when my son started to wail as if in pain.
"What's wrong, why's he screaming like that?" I was almost in a panic.
"He's just hungry." She fidgeted a little in her seat.
"Well feed him." I glared at her before returning my attention to the road.
"I..." She bit her lip looking out the car window as if suddenly interested in the passing scenery.
"What is it?" I glanced at her in confusion the baby was really starting to wail now. What the hell was her problem?
"He doesn't have a bottle."
"Well why didn't you pack one?"
"Uhm what I mean is he doesn't drink from a bottle, I um... breast feed." The last was said in an almost whisper but I heard all the same. I swallowed tightly, hands tightening on the steering wheel. My body had reacted immediately to the image of her feeding my son. Fuck. I looked around for somewhere to pull over so she could tend to my son and I could maybe walk around a little to relieve the sudden strain in my pants.