I'll find you

Chapter 6

"I thought I had lost them forever after the fire." I told him as I looked through the photos, gifts and clothes.

"I'm sorry." he comfort me. "Please don't cry." only then did I notice I was crying.

"I'm fine."

"Who is that?" He pointed to a photo of a guy and I. We were both smiling widely at the camera. We were so happy. I wiped some of the tears off.

"That's Xavier. My son's father." I caress Xavier's face through the picture.

"Does he know about your son?" He asked slowly almost afraid.

"I never had a chance to tell him. I found out I was pregnant after my parents took me away from him." I explain wiping my nose with my hand.

"Why did they do that?" He asked with a hint of anger in his tone.

"My parents argued that he was going to become a criminal just like his father and by taking me away they safe me from that lifestyle. 'We did it to protect you.' they always say. They didn't even allowed me to say goodbye." I felt more tears coming down. My eyes never leaving Xavier's from the picture.

"A couple of weeks after we moved to a different city I found out I was pregnant. You can imagine how happy I was. I was carrying the love of my life's baby. It was like having a part of him. The happiness didn't last long though. Once they found out I was pregnant they wanted me to have an abortion but I couldn't. How could I let them kill my baby." I felt boss stiff for a moment.

"When I found out I was having a boy I knew I had to name him after his father." I smiled sadly at the picture.
"Having him in my arms was amazing, fantastic, the most wonderful thing ever until they took him away. I begged them to let me keep him. I tried to fight them but I was to weak after giving birth." I was sobbing hard now. I've never told this story to anyone before. Not the whole story that is.

"This clothes were the only thing I was allowed to keep along with the stuffed animals and other things Xavier gave me, and the pictures. There was a fire at the house a few weeks after I gave birth and my dad told me he couldn't safe them from the fire." We were silent after that and I welcomed the peace. I feel better after telling him. I watch him as he looked though the box.

"Here. I think you'll want this." he give me a folder. "Go head open it." he encouraged me. Meeting his gaze for the first time since I told him my story I could tell he had been crying. His eyes were red.

When I opened the folder there was a picture of me with my son in my arms. This is the picture I told the nurse to take with my phone. Is the only photo I have of him.

"Thank you." My voice cracking as I said this. My mouth felt dry. He nodded and we stayed quiet until he broke it.

"Let's go eat."