Forever Yours

Chapter 7

I lean against the door frame as I look into my son's room. "Jules. You were very rude back there." I say in a stern tone.

He is laying on his bed fiddling with a toy car, trying to ignore me.

"Jules." I raise my voice. He snaps his head up to look at me. "I'm talking to you, young man."

"Amore, can you please explain to me what happened back there? Saying you don't like someone, especially to their face, is very rude. You don't even know him, Jules."

He stares at me for a moment and then looks back down at his car.

"Why did he come over, Mamma?" He asks, ignoring what I just said. I walk towards him and sit beside him.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Why did he have breakfast with us today? What is so special about him, that you invite him here after what he did yesterday."

"That is why I wanted him to come this morning. Because of what happened yesterday. I wanted you to see that he is not this mean, angry man that we saw before. I wanted you to see the good side of him."

"But why, Mamma? Why should I care? He comes over here to have breakfast with us, which is what Sebastian does, not Charles. He sits in Bash's chair. Eats eggs off of Bash's plate. Charles isn't our family, so he shouldn't do our family things."

I hadn't even thought about that. I don't think I have ever had anyone else over to eat aside from Sebastian. Sure, we've gone out with friends and stuff, but never here at the house. It has always been Jules and I and on occasion Sebastian.

"And besides, I didn't like the way he was acting. Every time I said something, he would look at you, like what I was saying was wrong." He sighs as he lowers his chin.

"I'm five, not stupid," he states as he looks up at me.

"He does not think you're stupid, Jules. I think he was just shocked that you were actually talking to him. I might've told him you were a bit shy and that you might not want to talk to him. So he wasn't expecting you to actually say anything during breakfast." I say while wrapping my arms around him and cuddling him close to me.

"Mamma, I am not shy. I'm cautious. They're different." he says as he pushes me away from him.

" Yeah, ok, Mr. Tough Guy," I say, catching myself from laughing at his excuse.

"I am not shy." He says with a huff and turns to face me.

"Yes, you are," I say trying to hold back a smile. He is trying so hard to look tough but it just makes him look more adorable.

"Remember the time I signed you up for that jungle gym class? You were there for 2 whole months and you didn't say a single word to anyone." I raise my eyebrows to emphasize my point.

"I was not being shy. I just didn't like anyone, so I had no reason to talk to them."

"And what about football last year?" I say, challenging him.

"That's different. You know I had a crush on Francesca, so I didn't want to say something that might embarrass me in front of her." He says matter of factly.

"Not even to the coaches?"

"The coach was her dad!" he shouts jokingly.

Damn it, I forgot. He got me there.

"Ok fine. But what about every time we go to the park? You never talk to anyone there." I raise my eyebrows again. I got him this time.

"Umm," he looks at me like live just asked the stupidest question on earth "Why would I talk to people I don't even know? Ever heard of stranger danger?" He asks while mimicking me and raising his eyebrows.