Ruthless Revenge

Chapter 11

Holden's POV

The first thing that caught my attention as I entered my townhouse was the giggles that were coming from my living room. With alarm running through me, I walked briskly to the room.

A little boy of about two or three stood in front of the TV with his face pressed against the screen.

Where did the kid come from? I frowned. "Hello." I didn't know what else to say to a child to get his attention. Saying hello usually works with my nieces and nephews. "Hello." I repeated.

The kid shrieked and jumped away from the tv like he was just caught doing something that he wasn't supposed to be doing.

"Hello," he responded.

Blue eyes.

Bright, clear, deep blue eyes, identical to mine, stared at me. A tight fist of apprehension grabbed me by the throat as I studied the kid's features.

No! It wasn't possible!

This was some sort of joke right? This was probably one of Kris's pranks. I chuckled and shook my head, why not play along?

"Who are you and where do you come from?" I asked.

The little boy lifted his eyes and said, "Kieran, but my mommy calls me Carebear."

I raised my eyebrow. He still didn't answer my question but that was quite understandable, he's a baby. "Who's your mommy and where is she?"

"My mommy's name is Katiana Bennett." he lifted his hands to point. "She's down there. She's working. She said that I should watch TV and be a good boy."

Something inside me shifted and my frown deepened when he identified Katiana as his mother. Kris wouldn't make such a cruel joke. He knew the pain I went through after the 'breakup' with Katiana.

But Katiana couldn't possibly have a child could she? Technically she could but she didn't right?

I gulped in a large breath and shook my head. I was imagining things.

I looked down at the boy who shared my eye color.

"You said your mother's name is Katiana?" I questioned. I needed to know more about him. Why the hell is Katiana's child the carbon copy of me at that age? Maybe I was tripping, maybe it was just the eyes.

He nodded. "Yeah, she is. She's my mommy."

I bent to his level. "What's your name?"

"Kieran," he responded.

"Nice name."

He blushed. "Thank you."

"How old are you, Kieran?" I asked.

He lifted two fingers up with a smile on his face. However the only thing that did was deepen my frown. If Katiana's child was two years old, it meant two things, either she was pregnant before we broke up or she got pregnant shortly after. The latter seems less likely considering Kieran looked like me as a toddler.

I frowned.

You're tired, I told myself. You didn't get much rest this past weekend and you've missed a great deal of sleep. Your eyes are playing tricks on you. You're jet lagged.

Katiana's son doesn't resemble you and you know it.

Look at the child again. You'll see that he doesn't look a damn thing like you.

I was looking at him..right in the eye.

"What's your name?" the little boy asked.

I cleared my throat before answering. "Holden, my name is Holden."