The Final Revenge

|Thirtytwo|

Rocket's POV

I turn to leave, wondering if I'd offended Natalie with my words or actions. I couldn't understand her sudden coldness. I pause, and gaze at the flower arrangements on the floor. I walk closer to them, and look at the tag. Krishen Florals.

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"Welcome to Krishen Florals, sir. Would you like to see our menu?"

"No, not really. My wife ordered some flower arrangements, I'd like to order triple the size, please."

"Oh, okay. Do you know what type they are?"

"No, I don't. It's just a mixture, I think."

"Okay, um, what's your wife's name sir? I can just check the history to find out what her exact order was."

"Natalie Richardson. . .I think. That should be it." I don't think Natalie ever took or answered my name. "Did you get it?"

"No. There's no Natalie Richardson, sir."

"Natalie Devaux. Try that." I tell her. She nods a no.

"Still nothing." She responds, and I begin to wonder. Why did Natalie lie? Who sent her those flowers and why did she have to pretend?

"I could pick something really nice for you, sir. What are her colors?"

"Can't you check for flower arrangements sent out today? I mean, who ordered the flowers. Maybe my wife had one of the staff do it. Can you check that?"

"Oh, no. I can't do that. It's against company policy. I can sti— "Can you?" I say, sliding a few Euros her way. She gulps, looking around. Pathetic. She nods. She turns the desktop my way, and a surge of emotions fill me. Fear, anger, jealousy, rage and defeat. The name on the order is CI. Carrington Industries, which could only mean one thing; it was Lucas.

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Natalie's POV

"Oops. . ." I chuckle nervously as I take a look at Louis' hair. We had watched about two cartoons and we had gone swimming in the pool downstairs. Afterwards, I had tried to give him a haircut, and I'd done a horrible job at it.

"What, mommy?" My son asks, biting his popsicle. I chuckle, "Nothing, baby. Nothing. . ." I respond. My phone rings, and I rush to get it, picking up a left over burger on my way.

"Hello?" I answer, munching on my food.

"Hello, Natalie?" I hear on the other end, and a smile plays across my face. I am excited.

"Luke!"

"My love, can you come to the docks in an hour?" He asks.

"Luke? Is everything okay, my love?" I ask. "Come here, baby." I say to y son who's looking at me, puzzled.

"Who is it mommy?"

"Shh, baby," I return to Lucas, "Luke?"

"No, no, it's nothing. I just want you to fill me in o somethings. We haven't had the chance to speak properly is all."

"Mommy!" Louis yells, and he begins to cry. "Louis? Baby, why are you crying? What's wrong?" I ask, as he continues to cry.

"What's happening, Natalie? Why's he crying?" Lucas asks.

"No, I don't know." I look at my son. I clean his tears as I hug him. "I'm sorry, my love. I'm sorry." I appease my son. He was probably mad as I wasn't answering his questions or paying attention to him.

"You want to know who I'm on the phone with? Is that why you're crying?" I ask, and he nods in return. I sigh. My mind flashes back to how I cringed, hearing him call Rocket, daddy. Maybe it was time to tell him. I put the phone on speaker.

"Lucas?" I call. He responds, "My love?" As Louis stops with his crying.

"Say hello to your son, Luke." I say to Louis father. "Louis, your daddy can hear you. Can you say something?"

"My daddy?" Louis asks as Luke goes quiet. I nod. "Yes, baby. Your daddy. Your real one."

"I thought he died. . ."

"No, darling. He didn't."

"Then he left us?" He asks, and I look at him, unsure of what to say. He did leave us, but it was only to keep us safe.

"My-My son. My boy. . ." I hear Luke say, and a tear falls down my eye. Louis doesn't respond.

"Don't you like him? Come on, say hello."

"Hello, dad." He says, and I fold my lips, as I feel a wave of happiness and contentment fill me. It was all I wanted from the moment I found out Louis was growing in me. It was all I craved for. I can hear Lucas try to hide his sobbing.

"I want you to know that I love you. I love you so, so much and I love your mother too. I can't wait to have you and your mother with me. I can't wait for us to be a family."

"Uh. . Where are you? Can you visit me and mommy? And mommy, what about my other daddy?"

"Other daddy?" Lucas asks.

"Louis, Uncle Rocket is not your father, okay? He," I gesture to the phone, "Is your only daddy, okay, my love? Don't call Uncle Rocket your daddy again, darling."

"I'm sorry you stayed so long without me, Louis." Lucas says. "I ask both you and your mother to forgive me for staying away for so long. Tell me, how can I make it up to you?" I smile at my son, as he comes to sit in my laps. He picks up the phone.

"I want a huge dinosaur!"

"Isn't that scary my love?"

"No, mommy. That's because you're a girl." He responds, and I gasp, amazed at his response.

"Oh? Really?" I chuckle. I begin to tickle him as his tiny laughter warms my heart.

"I can't wait to spend every moment with you two." I hear Lucas say.

"Don't worry. You will soon."

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"So, my love, you can't tell anybody about your daddy, okay? You can't tell Granny Ruth or Uncle Rocket, okay?"

"Okay, mommy. I won't tell anybody." He responds, as I tuck him in. I kiss his forehead.

"Are you going to see my daddy?" He asks, and for a second, I debate on whether to tell him the truth or not.

"No, my love. I'm going to the office."