Instant Regrets Book II

Chapter 4

The kitchen was filled with the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the cheerful sound of a small child's laughter. Lisa, feeling a bit more rested after her late-night work session, was preparing breakfast. Her three-year-old son, Lithan, sat at the table, eagerly awaiting his favorite pancakes.

Lisa placed a plate of warm, fluffy pancakes in front of Lithan, who beamed up at her with a big smile. His small hands reached for the syrup, but Lisa gently took it from him.

"Hold on, buddy," she said, smiling. "Let baba help you with that."

Lithan nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation. Lisa poured just the right amount of syrup over the pancakes and handed him a small fork.

LISA'S POV

"Thank you, Baba!" Lithan exclaimed, his voice full of excitement as he savored his favorite breakfast: pancakes, eggs, and a glass of milk, and put some vegetables to one side.

"You're welcome, sweetheart," I replied, sitting down with my own plate. "Did you sleep well?"

He nodded enthusiastically, his mouth already full of pancake. "Uh-huh! Baba, can you buy me a new toy?"

I paused, looking at him across the table. His hopeful eyes twinkled as he made his request.

"Hmm, you still have a lot of new toys, and some you haven't even opened yet," I replied, trying to be reasonable.

"But Baba, I want something new," he persisted, his expression earnest.

I sighed softly, understanding his desire for novelty. "Okay, I'll buy you one, but you need to eat your food first, okay?"

"Thank you, Baba! I love you so much," he beamed, his face lighting up with gratitude.

"I love you more, my son," I said, unable to resist pinching his little pointed nose affectionately.

Litahn giggled, and I felt my heart swell with love. Moments like these made all the hard work and late nights worth it. We continued to eat our breakfast together, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and guilt wash over me. I had almost forgotten he was with me this morning. The thought of something happening to him while I was asleep made me uneasy.

I recalled the earlier commotion when I heard him talking to someone. I had sprung into action, fearing that he might be talking to his mother. But to my surprise, I discovered he was on the phone with 911 Emergency. He had called for help because he was hungry. I couldn't help but feel like an irresponsible parent. This was the first time something like this had happened, and I am determined not to let it happen again.

I won't let his mother know about this incident. The fear lingered that she might use it as an excuse to limit my time with our son, something I couldn't bear to lose.

"Baba, didn't you say we're going to the park today, can I bring my new toy? "(Scooter)"

I contemplated his request for a moment.

"Let me think about that, but don't tell mommy because you know she won't let you."

"I'll be careful, baba, and you're there to watch over me because you're the best baba in the world," he said, trying to sweeten the deal.

I couldn't help but smile at his words.

"How can you say that I am one of the best Babas in the world?"

"Because you're watching over me, you don't let me get hurt, you take care of me," he replied with genuine affection, and I couldn't help but smile at his charm.

"I can't finish my food, baba," he mumbled and leaned his head back in the chair.

"Why?" I inquired, adopting a slightly stricter tone, as parents do at times.