"N-No... don't stop. Don't fucking stop." I replied and hugged him tightly, my voice thick with desperation and longing for him but I don't fucking care now. "I want this and I want you....Now."
"I-I....I can't do this to you but. It would be...just...
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I woke up suddenly at the the sound of Sam jumping on my bed like a monkey."Wakey wakey mommy...wake up...wake up..wake up."
"Wake up momma."
I tiredly removed the duvet and tried to open my eyes slowly though I could feel my burning body. My whole body was filled in pain. Last night was a little too hard for me and now I'm suffering from a monster headache.
"God... I'm awake Sam." I chuckled and he immediately came and cuddled into my frame."Missed me?" He kissed me all over my face making me laugh out loud in happiness. He is in a pretty good mood today, I wonder what's the reason behind it.
"Sam..." I laughed again when he started to tickle me."o-okay okay... I'm s-sorry. L-Leave momma p-please." Finally he stopped and hugged me tight while I was panting heavily. We pulled apart and I stared at his beautiful face.
"I'm soooo excited for daddy's birthday celebration. I made a card for him too." His eyes twinkled in excitement and suddenly my mind went to our argument last night.
"Making me do things for yourself, in the name of my son? This is so fucking wrong. When have you become so shallow and selfish? I fucking told you that don't expect me to play husband-wife with you infront of everyone and you still agreed willingly to marry me for God sake, then why the fuck are you so fucking pushy huh?"
"Fancy coming from the person who didn't even knew about his existence six months ago."
"And, who told you that Sam is your son?"
"Samuel Parker. Is my son. Her mother is Beverly Parker, my ex wife, she died but that doesn't mean that she is not his mother now. She is still his mother, the mother who bore the pain of 9 months of pregnancy and then delivery. You didn't do shit. So don't come all of a sudden and claim my son as yours."
I sighed, how can he accuse me of something so... disgusting and sickening? Even the thought of using him make me nauseous. I agree that I didn't faced the struggle of nine months of pregnancy neither the painful delivery. I agree, I didn't do shit. But still, isn't it enough for the world that I love Sam like my own, I care for him like my own. I never thought of him only as his ex's child, neither I wanted to take his wife's place.
Goodness, who am I take her place and claim his son as my own, when she is the one who created him?
Instead, I'm owe her. I owe her this beautiful experience of motherhood. Because of her, I got this opportunity to be a mother figure of Sam, one of the most important person in any kid's life, even though I think I don't deserve.
