Wanted: Husband (ManxMan)

Chapter Two

Rory came right out from his bedroom to the kitchen as I placed the last plate on the table. A beaming smile pestered on his face as he walk around the table and wraps his arms around my waist. "Hey dad." I ruffled his hair and kissed his hair.

"Hey mate." He tiptoed on me and kissed me on my cheeks. "I bought you some orange juice." I say picking the box of orange juice then pour down some on his waiting glass.

"Thanks, dad." he smiles before digging in on his pancakes I cooked for him. That's his favourite. I grab the paper bags on the table, placing them to the counter before getting all what I bought out of it. Looking over to Rory, I chuckled as I saw his face with some syrup on his cheek. He looks on my direction and shots me a questioning glare. I just waved him off and made my way out of the kitchen to my bedroom to take a bathe.

After half an hour on the shower plus another couple of minutes on choosing and wearing my clothes, Rory jumps his body on my bed and I raise my brow at him. "What is it, Rory?" I ask taking a seat next to him on the bed.

"Nothing dad." He stated with a mixed of loneliness in his voice. Instead of dropping a hint on his loneliness, but too late, he shrugged himself and place his both hands under his head.

"Something bothering you, Rory. You can tell me anything and you know I'm a good listener, too." I say enthusiastically hoping he will speak for his thoughts. There were thoughts raining on my head on what my son was confused all about. If it wouldn't be sports or any school activities, maybe it's about something he wants but he can't have it. Or someone he wants but he can't have them. It's a choice for me not for him. Rory is waiting for my decision. But he doesn't know how scared I am.

The movement on the bed brought me back to the present. Rory sat down next to me and smiled genuinely. "I want to meet him."

Him? "Who's him, Rory?" I asked curiously. Did he talked to mum and told him about Lucas? Please God no.

Sooner they will meet though. Why am I feeling so intense and so affected by it? I mean, we're done years ago and I had moved on.

Or did I?

"Your husband, dad. Why didn't you tell me about him?" He asks making me wide my eyes.

My husband?! Seriously? "I'm not mad, dad, if you're worried about it. So," he trailed winking his brows at me. "That's the reason why you don't date other men, eh? Well I'm glad you didn't, dad. You're not a cheater and you're not going to do that, too, for me and for our family, right?"

Before I blink my eyes and form a sentence in my mind, the doorbell rings loudly in the entire house making Rory, jump happily, and me, feeling nervous, stand up with wide eyes. "I'll get it!" Rory enthusiastically clasps his both hands in front of his chest before running out of my room.

From the distant sound his footsteps making, my heart beat races from chest and my mind is going insane. What am I going to do? Why do they have to ruin this perfect life I and Rory have? Why on earth is he even doing here? Should I know his reasons?

What's the point on knowing his reasons? I really don't care. If I don't really care, why am I acting like this? I keep telling myself that I am done with him and his fucked up promises.

Keep telling. Funny thought. If a person really had moved on from his past, he shouldn't be reminiscing the lessons and keep telling himself what he should do because he already knows in his self that he is totally moved on.

I'm still into him, right? How his memories making me feel like this after years of his absence? I'm still attached to him. And the place, I accidentally made through yesterday, made his presence even more conflicting to my senses.