To Remarry The Billionaire

Five

Camila’s POV

As I got back into my car, and started it, my mind went back to Dorothy, and even the soft hum of the engine did little to drown out the thoughts away from my mind.

The images of that encounter with Dorothy flashed back to me with every mile I drove, the way she had looked at me with a surprise to see me there, and the way she had at the next minute, pretended not to know me.

“She’s a changed person.” I whispered to myself, trying to convince myself if that fact.

Tommy was a good person, so I hoped that for his sake, she was a changed person. That was all I could think about, and my heart was so heavy with the thoughts.

But as I pulled up to Zion's school, seeing the throngs of children spilling out into the afternoon sun, my heart lightened. There was Zion, his hair catching the light as he laughed with a friend, his innocence and joy a stark contrast to the heaviness that had settled in my chest.

I wondered what he was talking about with his friend so animatedly, and I couldn’t help but smile as I honked at him so that he would notice me.

Although, that was a little bit stupid, seeing as other parents were doing the same thing to get the attention of their kid.

The sight of him as he looked so carefree and full of life, was like a balm to my soul. It had always been like that, whenever I was having a bad day, his thoughts, his sight, always helped me calm down, and feel light-hearted.

He soon spotted the car and waved goodbye to his friend, then he ran over with that boundless energy that only children had in them, one I was hoping I could have for this job. His presence was a gentle reminder that I had won, and that I had taken the best end of the deal with his father, even when I had least expected it.

“Hey, baby!” I called as he neared the car and he smiled, waving at me, before he even got to me.

"Mom, you won't believe what happened today!" Zion exclaimed as he hopped into the car, his eyes alight with excitement. He was oblivious to my earlier turmoil, and I was grateful for it. His world was one of simple pleasures and daily finds, untainted by the complications of an adult grievance.

“Hmm, okay I don’t know what happened today, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me, right?” I asked and he nodded his head enthusiastically.

“Of course, Mom. If I don’t tell you, who am I going to tell?” he said smiling.

“So there’s this girl in my class, today is her first day. She’s so pretty and I couldn’t help but stare at her.” He said and I turned my head in his direction.

“Oh really? I asked as I pushed my brows up. “ Wow! She must be so pretty if you can’t stop staring at her.” I said.

“I touched her, and she was so soft, like an angel, but she was mean. She said I shouldn’t so that with my dirty hands, so I said I’ll have to let her be and then ignore her when she comes to me and ask to be my friend because all the girls always want to be my friend.” He said, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

Of course, Zion was becoming more and more like his father, so handsome, and he knew it, so he acted like God’s gift to women, both his ages, and the older ones that commented on his looks.

“Stop laughing, Mom. Do you think she likes me?” he asked me.

I lifted my shoulder in a shrug. “I can’t say for sure, but next time you want to touch a girl, you should ask for her permission. Maybe that’s why she said that to you.” I told him, so he knew women were delicate creatures he had to treat with softness.

He nodded. “Fine, that would be my next approach, but only after she comes to me to ask me to be her friend.” He said, then he thought about something, and asked. “Do you think she’ll come around?” he asked.

Sometimes, I think my son was actually older than his age with the things he said. Smiling, I shrugged and said. “I don’t know, son, but let’s hope she does that.” I told him.

He nodded. “Well, something else happened…”

As I listened to him recount his day, the tale of a classroom science experiment gone hilariously wrong, the lingering image of Dorothy began to fade into the background.

Zion's laughter filled the car, a sweet sound that had the power to chase away any shadow lingering in my head. My grip on the steering wheel relaxed, as I pulled out and drove us home, and I let myself be carried away by his enthusiasm.

The drive home turned into an animated discussion about the planets and stars, sparked by his science class mishap.

Just when I thought of my ex-husband, and I started to blame myself for allowing my family to use me in such a way, when I started to blame myself for even being stupid enough to let someone push me into a loveless marriage, I think of my son, and the thought just find its way out, replacing my mind with peace and happiness.

There was no room for bitterness or regret; there was just me and my son, being wonderful to each other against all odds that’s facing us.

As we arrived home, Zion chattered on, eager to show me a drawing he had made in art class. I watched him rummage through his backpack, his small hands emerging with a slightly crumpled piece of paper.

“Let's get inside first, you can show me after we settle down. I said as I unlocked the car and we got down from it. We walked into the house and he continued looking through his bag until he found it.

It was a picture of the two of us, standing under a sky filled with stars, holding hands.

"See, Mom? That's you and me. You're the best mom in the whole galaxy!" he said, his eyes shining with pride and affection.

Those words were so simple and honest, but they struck a chord deep within me. They were a testament to the bond we shared, the love that had grown between us in the face of any trouble.

I smiled as I collected the drawing, and then I said. “Thank you, baby. Now, let's put this on our fridge. It's a treasure we should keep.” I told him.