No More What Ifs [HIATUS]

Chapter 3

"Daddyyyy!!" PJ screamed on the phone too loudly that I thought my eardrums were gonna explode. He never really did know how to be quiet.

"Oh, hey buddy.. um, don't scream on the phone bud, it hurts daddy's ears." I told him, usually when you say it nice enough, he continues the conversation in whisper.

"Sorry." He whispered and I couldn't help but laugh a little. "Daddy, can I go visit your work? Momma says it's okaaay."

"Sure, who will bring you though?"

"Momma. She's going out anywayz." The boy said in slight frustration.

On good days, it'd be Paige on the other line asking if I could watch PJ, on bad days, well she lets me cope. "Oh, she is? Okay then, I'll see you later."

After dropping the call, I decided to do my work faster so I'd be done by the time PJ gets here, I haven't had the chance to spend some time with him since getting back.

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"Sir, a Ms. Matthews is here to see you.." My secretary called from my voice machine, letting me know that Paige and PJ is here.

"Let them in, Willa." I replied so she'd know it's fine and after a few minutes PJ went into the room with Paige trailing reluctantly after him.

He looked happy, as if he's currently living the dream. I couldn't help but smile about how happy he looks, ever since I took half the responsibility of raising him, all I've wanted was to see him smile or laugh and it's making me so happy that I could still be part of that.

"Hi buddy!" I greeted, standing up from my seat and grabbing him into a hug. I carried him up and gave Paige a kiss on the cheek, for formality.

I haven't spoken to her in weeks so seeing each other right now is pretty awkward.

"Um," she began. "Thanks for letting him come over."

I smiled politely. "It's no biggie."

After awhile, Paige left. Apparently, she's going on a date and PJ kept begging to stay with me instead of his mom getting a sitter. I let PJ watch a few TV shows while I finished up but he decided to sit on the chair opposite mine and watch me.

"Daddy, are you sad?" PJ asked, looking curiously at him.

I gave him a sly smile and shook my head. "Not when you're here."

"I mean, are you sad about momma?"

"No, PJ."

"Well, I am... I don't like Andrew. I want you."

"You've met him?"

"Yeah. Momma invited him over and then I cried so he never came to the house anymore."

"Why don't you like him?"

"Well... because he's hurting you."

I looked at him in confusion. "PJ, what are you talking about?"

"'Cause you love momma and he's taking her from you."

I let out a short and amused laugh, finally deciding I'm done for the night and knelt in front of PJ.

"PJ, I love your mom and I love you but the only thing that will make me happy is seeing you and her happy. So, if Andrew makes your mom happy then I'm happy. Okay?"

"But you make me happy! Not Andrew!"

"It's okay... it's just because you don't know him yet, who knows, maybe he's a fun guy and we can play with him."