Most of Reyna's life has been dedicated to helping people but what happens when she's the one in need of help?
After a one night stand with a dangerous criminal that results in an accidental pregnancy, Reyna is forced to run to protect her child fr...
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Aiyden has been unusually quiet today.
After my conversation with Anatoly last night, the two of us got settled into Aiyden's bed with him. Neither of us wanted to leave him or each other alone.
I'd called into his school sick so that he didn't have to go in today. Anatoly and I both woke up at the same time as Aiyden did and we ate breakfast together as a family. Instead of Aiyden being talkative and loud he was unsettlingly quiet. He was talking a little but he seemed to be in his own head and staring off into space a lot.
We've only been awake a couple of hours but I can tell something is off with him.
I desperately want to know what's on his mind.
"Aiyden, sweetie." I say softly.
"Yes, Mama?" He says.
"Are you ok?" I ask.
He nods before continuing to flick through a picture book.
"Are you sure?" I ask.
He nods again. "Why am I not in school?" He asks casually.
Um...
"I thought you could use a day off." That's putting it lightly.
"Is this because of my dad?" He asks.
"Your dad?" I say, unsure of what he knows.
"I was at his house yesterday." He states.
So he knows Mikhail is his dad....fantastic. What else did this asshole tell him?
"I know." I confirm. "When you were at school...did you go with him?" I ask, wanting to know more information. I doubt Aiyden would go home with someone he didn't know but he is just a kid.
He shakes his head. "No." He says. "I know better than to go home with a stranger. I'm three and a half, don't take me for a two year old."
I smile. There's my little boy.
"Can you tell me what happened?" I ask. "I promise I won't be mad at you." My anger is solely directed at Mikhail.
"I was at school and then I must've fallen asleep because I wasn't anymore. I was in a strange house. Everything was just strange."
"What happened when you woke up?" I question.
"I hid under the bed and then a man came in the room. He said his name was Mikhail and that he was my dad. Is it true Mama? Is he my dad?"
"Yes, that is true." I say carefully. "What happened after that?"
"I asked to see you and he got mad with me." He says and I can hear the sadness in his voice.
"What did he do?" I ask, fearing what the answer will be.
"He started shouting and I got scared but I was brave. I tried to be understanding with him but I didn't really know why he was mad at me or what he was shouting." He says. "I give him a glass of water and he cooled down. We talked a little bit and he was alright. He said some strange things that I didn't really understand so I just smiled and nodded along." Is my child really parenting his father, a literal man child? "We talked for a bit but whenever I said about you he got so angry like a raging hot potato." I stifle a laugh. " He wouldn't tell me why. Do you not like each other?" He asks.
