Please, Love Me Again

Chapter 26: Where Did I Cower Against Someone

"Such a good darling." Geneva smiled as she saw that the little thing was just behavedly reading a magazine on the couch while she was showering.

At the moment Geneva came out from her room wearing the same printed pajamas as himself, his eyes lit up in happiness. He immediately grabbed the paper and pen, wrote something and cheerfully showed it to her.

"You wear the same pajamas as me. It feels amazing. We're like mother and son." Geneva broke into laughter after reading his writing. "I once told you. I can be your mother if you want because I did wish you to be my son too."

The kid wrote again. "I want to be your son. Can I?"

"Of course, darling." Geneva sat next to the kid and ruffled his hair. "Darling, I have something to ask you. I hope you will answer me honestly."

The kid nodded and wrote. "I will never lie to Mom. Can I call you mom?"

Geneva was dumbfounded. Upon reading what the kid had written, extreme excitement overtook her heart and so she was unable to speak. Only God knew how she wished to have a son who would call her mother. And now that it was granted so easily by the kid that she adored the most, there's no place that could contain her happiness.

It was actually weird of her. Since five years ago, she had never been acquainted with a kid. Every time there's a kid, she would take an initiative to go away. In short, she never let a kid or even herself get close to each other. She was afraid of them as if they were a plague. She was afraid for something that she had been avoiding for so many years to happen again. She was afraid she could take it anymore.

But the current her was far different. For some unknown reason, she wanted to get closer to the kid so much. She wanted to have him around. She wanted to see him around and she wanted to see how adorable he was although he wasn't talking. Just his present alone was enough to complete her day, heal her depression, and remove her exhaustion from work.

She was totally lost for words. She was initially wanting to tell him how she loved to be called by him as mom, but her mouth was sealed by the overwhelming feeling that developed in her heart.

The kid waited for his reply. Hence he misunderstood her silence and less-reaction. He thought she didn't want to be called mom by him and so he felt dejected. The liveliness and joy in his eyes disappeared instantly.

He lowered his head and wrote something again and showed it to her without looking at her eyes. He probably didn't want to see her reaction since it would only hurt his feelings.

"I'm sorry. I won't call you mom if you don't want to. Just don't get angry at me." Geneva was startled upon reading them, panic appeared on her enchanting face. "No. No No, darling. Don't think that way. I'm not angry. Really. I am just, I am just— anyway, the moment you called me mother, I feel that I am the luckiest person in this world."

The kid stared at her, eyes glittering with tears. If he only didn't refuse to speak, he was probably asking her if what she said was real.

Geneva nodded. "Yes. I will be more grateful if you call me mom." She stretched her hand out and wiped the tears from the kid's eyes with her fingertips. After that, she suddenly pulled him into her loving embrace.

The mother and son duo were hugging and crying for so long until Geneva remembered the very important matter. "Wait, I almost forgot it. Darling, give me a minute. I have to call Allen."

Geneva stood and sauntered towards the dining table. The phone was charging at the moment and she placed it next to her laptop. When she picked it up and turned it on to call for Allen, the phone just flashed open for a second and died again. When she checked the charger, she subconsciously hit her forehead as she realized that she forgot to plug the charger in the electric socket. "Look at me, how forgetful I am. Sigh, I guess I really have to send him home."

Suddenly, a hand poked on her arm. When Geneva looked over, she saw the kid standing behind her with a note, "What's wrong?"

Geneva turned around and crouched, holding the kid's hands. "Darling, I haven't interrogated you yet. Did you run away because of me?"

The kid looked down, nodding his head.

"I knew it." Geneva took a deep breath. "Since this thing already happened I won't blame you. But there's no more next time, okay? The person who will feel bad is me if you keep running away because of me. Darling, promise me not to do this again, will you?"

The kid nodded without hesitation.

"Great. Alright. Let me send you home. Thankfully I got your address from your Uncle Allen, otherwise I really don't know how to take you home."

The kid wanted to say he didn't want to go home but since he promised not to run away from home anymore, he let her pull him out of the house and let her send him home.

Thankfully the rain had stopped and so Geneva didn't have a hard time sending the kid's home. She took a taxi and exactly at the moment they came out in the taxi in front of Bluebird Garden's gate, Allen came back by himself, drenched with the rain and trembling because of the cold.

"Little Love! Geneva!" Seeing them, those were quickly ignored. He sprinted over. He initially planned to hug the kid but Geneva abruptly blocked him by her arm.

"You're wet and cold. Don't touch the kid. He will get sick."

Allen smiled in relief. "Thank God, you're back. Little Love, where did you go? Do you know how worried I am? Wait woman, why are you with Little Love?"

Geneva glanced at the kid who was silent on her side. "It's by coincidence. I'm buying something and ran into him."

"Thank goodness, it's you who found him. I can't imagine if it was some bad people."

Geneva rolled her eyes. "You're not cold? Enough with your talking. Take us in."

"Oh right. Let's go." Allen frowned and halted his steps, glancing at her inquisitively. "Wait? You're coming in with us inside?"

"That's right. What? Can't I?"

"You can. But, are you sure? You're not afraid to see the devil?"

Geneva snorted. "When did I cower against someone? Even if he is the God of death, I'm not afraid."

"Really?" A cold voice coming in the gateway was suddenly heard by them.