A Little Bit Married

Abandoned

I blinked, tears filling my eyes as I tried to put together my thoughts. Does this mean Sylvia was never even raising this child? Does this mean he wasn't just abandoned by Gray, but also by Sylvia, who had apparently only used him in.lrder to get to his father, and when Gray wouldn't let that happen, she abandoned him?

He is three for f***s sake and he has to ask about a place to sleep? He has to try and fend for himself and seems to be on survival mod4 rhis young?

Tears ran down my cheeks fast and hard, and I leaned to him, a smile lifting my kips. I hope it wasn't the first kind, genuine smile he was seeing in his entire life. I hoped this wouldn't be the first time he would be treated with basic kindness. I hoped this wouldn't be the first time someone held his hand.

"Mhm. Are you happy?"

His eyes slightly squinted. "You are lying."

"Why do you think so?"

"She said she was my mummy too," he said slowly, almost cautiously. "She wasn't my mummy."

My heart broke even more, and before I could stop myself, I leaned to him, embracing him, my hands wrapping around his slim, tiny frame, my head resting on his tiny shoulders.

"I am so sorry, Kris. I am so sorry."

"Are you really my mummy?"

I didn't want to give him that hope because of Gray, but hearing how things had gone down for him, I had no choice. I would never be able to forgive myself if I break his heart all over again.

"Yes, sweetie. You are home now. I will take care of you, okay?"

He was silent, but he hugged me back, and I hugged him a little tighter, my eyes closing. A few things became a little clearer now.

That was why Sylvia had dropped him with Aunt Althea. It was probably from whatever adoption centre she had left him in, and so she didn't have to physically be the one to drop him or give access to her space. He was never in her space to begin with.

She probably wanted to give the impression that she had given him to Aunt Althea to babysit just in case Gray was looking for him after the press conference she had made.

That did make sense, and that made him collateral damage in the fire that was probably meant to be for Aunt Althea alone.

I slowly let him go. "You should rest, okay? I will bring a doctor who will look at you again, and I will bring you some food. Do you want ice cream? Candy? Anything?"

He shook his head. "I want mummy."

I bit down on my lips and slowly sat back down, holding his hand. I leaned, my other hand gently caressing his hair back, as I leaned closer.

"I will stay here, then. You should sleep, okay?"

"Okay," he said simply and closed his eyes. He seemed rather submissive, like at such a young age, he had been trained to submit and do whatever he was asked to, which included sleep.

Right now, sleep wasn't leisure. It was a duty. An obligation. It was something he had to do when he was told to do it.

Tears filled my eyes yet again, and I leaned, gently kissing his hand. I heard his breaths slowly evened out as the sun gradually started to set. It had been a few hours since I left Gray, and since I was a hundred per cent sure, that Kris was asleep, I slowly stood up and tiptoed to the door, then gently opened the door and stepped out.

I closed it noiselessly outside and turned towards the waiting chairs where Gray had been sitting. I hadn't expected him there, but he was there, three brown bags in the seat next to him, his face buried in his palms.

"Gray?"

He immediately looked up, his eyes wide. Without saying a word, he immediately sat up, wrapping his hand around me, his eyes closing. I hugged him back. I needed it after hearing what I had.

He let me go, then turned to the bags. "I brought you some food. There are also...."

"Is there any for your son?"

He stopped and turned to me again, his teeth slightly gritted, his lips parted. "I..."

"Gray."

"I didn't know what he would like," he said, turning to the bags again. "What do three year olds even eat?"

I bit down on my lips. "Did you try the kids' menu?"

He nodded. "I couldn't decide, so I got a bit of everything. I am sorry I am disappointing as a father, but..."

"At least, you didn't deliberately abandon him when he became useless to you."

His brows lightly furrowed. "What do you mean?"

I swallowed, turning to the door. "Gray... Sylvia wasn't raising your child."

His eyes slightly widened. "He isn't my child? Why do you..."

"He is your child, " I said, my voice low. "She just wasn't raising him."

He took a bit of time to think of what I had just said. But once the information set in, his eyes widened, and he met my eyes.

"How do you know this? What the f**k do you mean she wasn't raising a child she literally forced herself and me to have?"

He looked about to hit something, and there was no guarantee that it wouldn't make him happy if that was Sylvia. She deserved it. She deserved whatever he chose to do with that woman after this.

"Kris thought he was going to get adopted, Gray. He believes he doesn't even have a mum and proceeded to ask if I was his mum. I don't think he hit his head. I think she abandoned him when he wasn't going to guarantee that you got with her. She never had him. He doesn't even know her."

"She showed him to me. She showed me pictures of him in expensive clothes funded by me, she showed me his room, she showed me..."

"She lied!" I said, my voice shaky with tears. "She did a photoshoot and dumped him right back. She was just using him for money and..."

"f**k that b***h," he cursed, his hands going to his hair, his lips parting. "How the f**k?"

"Gray..."

"She is, never getting away with this. Not after doing this to me!"

"Gray..."

"How is my son, Angeline? Is he asleep?"

I swallowed hard, then took his hand. "Come see for yourself. I bet he wants to see you, too."