Stubborn Love

Part 11

Part 11

It is the next day and I sleep in late. I hear background noise as I sleep and I can tell Jocelyn takes care of Clyde for the first half of the morning. I then fall asleep again and don't wake up until noon on the dot. I crawl out of bed and walk down the hall and see Milo sitting in my dad's old rocking chair, letting Clyde read a book. He looks at me as I can't help but blush with embarrassment. I peek my hand in the kitchen and see no one.

"Where's my mom?" I ask.

"She said she was going to work. Instead of just waking you up, she just trusted me to watch after Clyde. I texted you."

"Oh, um, I decided to sleep in," I cross my arms and scratch it.

"Hi Mommy," Clyde chirps.

I smile and walk to him. I kiss his puffy cheeks, "Hi, baby."

He blushes and continues to read, while struggling a little. I smile and walk to the bedroom and get myself ready. I open my door as Milo is standing right next to it. He shoves me back in my room and closes the door.

"Milo," I said.

"I need to talk to you," he sighs. I roll my eyes, thinking that I don't need a lesson or to be patronized because of what happened last night with Garrett. I look away from him and play with the jewelry on top of my dresser.

"Last night," his voice does a signature scratch, "what was that?"

"It was nothing," I sigh.

"You know that he's married, right?"

"Yes."

"And you know that Evie is incredibly in love with him, right?"

"Sure," I shrug.

"Then why the hell is he touching your face like that?!" he raises his voice. I turn around and hit his shoulder.

"Shut up!" I hiss. 

"Talk to me Haze," he grabs my hand and squeezes it.

"Talk to you about what? There is nothing to talk about!"

"Haze, do you still like Garrett?"

"No," I answer straight with no hesitation. I look into Milo's eyes and see his brown eyes turn hazel with the afternoon sun shining harshly into them. Milo moves close to me as I stare at his mouth. I look away as he gently makes me look at him. His lips enters toward mine and kisses me, making his tongue slip pass for entrance. His hand roams down my back. I push him away. He sighs, exposing his frustration and runs his hand through his hair.

"We can't be doing that?" I whisper.

"Why not? I mean don't you want the best for Clyde?" he whispers back.

"Of course, but not like this."

"What do you mean?" Milo breathes out.

"Us. I don't have the strength to be with you again."

"So you don't trust me? You think I'm going to run out on you again?"

"Do you blame me for having those thoughts? Do you know the impact that you left me when you left?"

"No, I don't, alright? But you can give this, us, a chance Haze. I'm grown, my thoughts have changed, I did what I did and now I want to do what is right."

"Then help me take care of our son. You can't ever fix what we had, Milo. Just be a father to Clyde, that's all I'm asking for as a mother."