I'm Yours (Sequel to "You're mine")

Chapter 117: Wise words

Leah's POV

I don't know what I had expected Heather to say in the parking lot. It's sad but I was used to her screaming accusations at me, because of our past. I didn't have the need to shield myself from it, but I wanted to shield my sons.

But when T broke that wall, the real pain emerged: she felt abandoned. Eva had left her, while she was pregnant with their child...

I just didn't get it. I thought they were meant to be. They were good together. Eva got more confident because of Heather, and Heather got more gentle because of Eva. They were the definition of bringing the best out in each other.

Then how does that fail?

T went home with Heather. She briefly explained to me she needed to support Heather now and asked if that was alright. I assured her I understood.

But I didn't understand anything. I was left more confused and with more questions than before. 

As T left with Heather, I took the kids home in T's car. They'd ask about T but soon dropped it. I wondered if Jin had picked up on my mood... I knew he could.

When we got home, I had the kids play around while I went to the kitchen and tried to get a grasp on this situation. I realized I didn't know when T would come home. I sighed as I thought about my joke. The joke that maybe pushed them over the limits...?

Suddenly I was overcome with guilt. Would I have pushed them to split up? Was it my fault? Maybe I should've just shut up and they would still be together.

I sighed and took a seat. I buried my face in my hands and breathed out deeply.

"That can feel good."

I looked up and saw Jin standing there. I blinked a few times before forcing myself to put up a strong facade. "Hey, Jinnie," I forced a small smile. "What are you doing here?" I then frowned a bit. "Is everything alright?"

He shook his head. "You not feeling well."

I raised my eyebrows. "I'm alright, Jinnie." I said but I knew he knew. He was smart in that way.

He looked at me for a while before nodding, I wondered if he knew I didn't want to talk about it. Maybe he didn't want to push me. Either way, it was a great insight for a boy of only 5 years old...

As he started to leave, I looked away, at nothing in particular. I gulped as I thought more about the situation.

"Sometimes things happen."

I looked back at the door and noticed he hadn't left. "Jinnie - "

"It is not always our fault."

I looked down. Could he read my mind? Sometimes I seriously wondered that... Or maybe he knew me that well.

"Things just happen."

I gulped as I was trying to keep strong for him.

"Kids are mean to me but I don't want that."

I looked back up at him.

"Things just happen."

I breathed out as I heard his logic. In a way, he was right. And I loved the way he was comparing our situations. "You're right, Jinnie."

He smiled a bit. "Mama, don't be sad."

I smiled a bit too, this time it wasn't forced. "I'm trying not to be." I said truthfully.

He nodded. "Auntie will be alright."

I nodded. "I hope so."

"Tata don't listen."