Twisted Revenge by A.ZChaudhry

Chapter 58

Been hell of a hectic few weeks, but Allah Subhaana tu aa'la, has been kind. Inshallah will be back to constant uploads. May Allah Rabbul Izzat keep everyone safe, sound and happy. Inshallah.

Hope you enjoy this chapter. As per my warning before, this chapter MIGHT be a little emotional but due to the delay in the uploads, it might not be. So if someone wants to reread the last few paragraphs of the last chapter? That can help.

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AVELINA

I was playing with Jamie when there was a knock on the door. Jamie scooted closer to me when I hugged him and let whoever was at the door come in, "Come in!"

The door opened and Cassio walked through when Jamie let out a squeal and jumped off the bed, running to his dad. Cassio chuckled when he picked the little boy up and spun him around. Jamie's laugh wafted around the room when Cassio pulled him into his chest and never let go. He came and sat next to me on the bed, placing a box he was carrying on the side when he looked at me, still holding tightly onto his son, "His full name is Jameson."

I gasped and pulled the little guy out of his hands, hugging him tightly, "Really? Jameson is so sweet and beautiful."

He chuckled and nodded when Cassio asked him, "Jamie, what were you doing right now?"

He looked at his father, an adoring smile blessing his face as he answered, "Avy and I were drawing."

"Oh really? What did you draw?"

He quickly collected his art pieces and showed it to him. Cassio was very interested in seeing his son's drawing when he whispered, "These are so amazing, love."

Jamie literally covered his face and shimmied back in my lap, "Tank youz."

I laughed and kissed his head when Cassio looked at me, "Avy ma'am, what did you draw?"

I suddenly felt nervous showing it to him when I mumbled, "It's incomplete."

"Doesn't matter. Show it."

I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, nerves clawing up my insides when he sighed, "I promise I wouldn't judge. I can't even make a tree. I once tried to make a sun, it looked more like an egg with paralysis."

I laughed when I got off the bed and told him to follow me. Going towards the window, I took the large canvas in my hand when I turned my head to look at Cassio, "It's incomplete, so keep your rude comments to yourself."

He raised his hands as if in surrender, "I don't insult artists, because if my sun can look like a broken egg, I truly respect art then."

I chuckled and turned the canvas when his expressions dropped and his eyes focused on the drawing. It was only thirty percent complete, just the top left of the head and ear when Cassio stepped closer. He timidly made his way to me, his eyes never once leaving the canvas when time seemed to stop all of a sudden. My heart forgot to breathe as I looked at him, waiting for him to say something when he placed Jamie on the ground.

Jamie started roaming around the room because I had already shown him. Showing the baby was okay, but Cassio? I was nervous for that.

Cassio hovered his hand in the air, wanting to touch the canvas, but didn't. My spit caught in my throat to see his eyes moving everywhere on the painting, on every stroke of my brush, every little detail when he whispered and asked, "Can I touch it?"

I silently nodded when his eyes never left the canvas, and so, I whispered back, "Yes."

His shivering hands slowly went towards the canvas when he hovered his finger over the painting, still not touching it. His hands shivered, his entire being frozen when I assured him, "It's okay, you can touch it."