matt pov
Standing at the reception desk is a reminder I need to hire someone so I don't have to keep coming out here but the only reason I came was I spotted my son talking to someone I didn't know, it doesn't help that I told him not to talk to strangers as he will talk to anyone who comes near him, he's still young to understand stranger danger, I just hope he learns soon as I don't know what I would do without him, he holds my heart I don't know what would happen to me if he was taken from me, he has become my reason for living and giving him the best possible life. However as I turn my attention to the customer she turns around and I spot her straight away from the plane, it must of been her who my son was running from, I may not know her on a more personal note but I do trust her around my son. I didn't think I would see her again and now she here and met my son I'm not sure what to say. I don't like females I'm interested in meeting my son till around the six to eight month mark as it scares them away knowing the child mother is still in the picture. As I look into the blue eyes I didn't notice the plaster she has on her finger, she defiantly didn't have it on when we was side by side on the plane, I wonder if it has anything to do why she's here, was she fixing her own car or something.
"I was wondering if you have a spare jack I can borrow, I broke mine and can't find anywhere that sells them" looking into her eyes I know I have loads of spare jacks but I'm curious with how she broke hers as I haven't broken one since I started when I was sixteen, but the mysterious grin on her face says something and now I need to know, just looking in her eyes I know she holds a lot of pain and secrets. Nodding my head I disappear for a quick second grabbing a spar jack I have in the back room for her, I wonder what she's working on though. Coming back to the front I hand the jack over but as she goes to grab it our fingers touch and she pulls away before I could say anything witty. Looking at her I don't see her army uniform but in normal clothes, I may be curious before but now I'm more as she has her dog tags in full view with a ring next to them, the ring must be something special if its around her neck not wanting to ruin it on her finger, taking a quick look at the ring before she tucks it away I only just realise its an engagement ring, I have seen plenty to know when I see one but why has she got it around her neck, must be something to do with the pain in her eyes. Wanting to ask the questions I don't, I hold back not wanting to scare her
"Please don't break this one" I joke only to get a friendly smile, she knows I was joking which I like about her, she isn't as serious as my exes or the women I date and she's already met my son and haven't asked questions. As she thanks me she doesn't wait around and I don't start a conversation with her instead I watch her leave as my son comes running to the front desk, I wonder if he's got any information out of her but of course he hasn't as he wouldn't know what to ask. Watching her get in her car and drive off I pick my son up and head to the back room where the kitchen is located, putting him down I go in the fridge for a sandwich and a chocolate, I'm nearly done and then we can go.
"she was pretty, did you get her name" my son ask and I freeze into place not ready for him to take an interest into women and not women who are old enough to be his mother. Handing over the sandwich and the chocolate bar I grab myself a bottle of water making my way to the door but I stop before turning to my son giving him a look but he looks at me with a smile that says everything, I know my son too well, he wouldn't leave me alone till I tell him her name or anything about her, when he has something in mind, he goes though with it.
"her name is Callie" thats all I say before I head back to work changing the tyres on a car, it's my final job of the day before I can take my son home and give him some proper food as he can't live on noodles or sandwich like some people in the garage. Swapping the tyres my mind keeps going to Callie I didn't expect to see her again and when I said she looked good in green on the plane I didn't know she could also pull a pair of skinny jeans off, my son is right she is pretty but the problems is that she's still in the army and I couldn't do that to my son let him get attached to someone who would leave, she seems lost like I was when I didn't have my son. Ignoring the eyes from sam I begin to change the last tyre ready to take my little man back, he has school in the morning and I have work, I have a new car coming in and lucky me he doesn't know what's wrong.
Finishing up I look around the shop for my son only for him to be talking to the customers in the front office, he's defiantly a chatty cathy, giving him a look we head back to my pick up tuck when to take my little man home and give him some food before tucking him into bed but as we drive home we decide to pick up our food instead of cooking, I can cook but theres no time when we could pick it up. Making it home we both eat in silence as we watch the sports program on telly, before sticking a movie on before we both head to bed, we don't have a routine like every one else but what we do have is trust as when Harley tried he will go bed, he's a smart kid.
Couple of hours later I'm tucking my child into bed and turning the hallway light on, before walking downstairs I leave his door open a little, I haven't see my son interact with adult so quickly like he did with Callie, he did really like her, I hope he doesn't get attached like I feel I might, I done a amazing job so far keeping his heart intact and safe just for Callie to walk into my son life for five second and he already likes her. Beer in one hand I watch the highlights of baseball annoyed there's still couple of weeks till the football season starts, I'm not really a baseball fan but my son enjoy watching it with my father, I love the bond they have and I hope he wont be telling my parents about Callie as the last thing I need right now is my parents curious about a girl my son might, might not have a crush on but fair play to him as he has good taste.