Let's All Make Believe - Oasis

Chapter 5

Jamie came to our room waking us both up I don't even know how early. He took Ste off for his breakfast, being far to enthusiastic for this early in the morning birthday or not. He should be hung over from going to the match yesterday, not being excited for my son's birthday. I tried to go back to sleep.

He came back with my child and some toast for me. He let Ste play on the floor so he could talk to me while I ate. I still wasn't ready to be awake let alone talk but it was some nice toast.

"How was he?"

"Who?" I asked, confused as I sat on the bed.

He gave me a look that said don't bother trying to spin any bullshit with me. "Lucas."

"Jamie..." I groaned, I didn't want to talk about it to anyone, especially not him.

"Don't try to tell me you didn't go."

"Alright, I went. It was fine. As usual." I got up to find some clothes for Ste for the day.

"What did you talk about?"

Not what did you say, what did I talk about. Luke talks to him too? "That's private."

"Did you tell him about the baby?"

"Yeah."

"Liam?"

"He came up." I rummaged through Ste's clothes just to distance myself from him.

"George?"

"No, I didn't really get to her."

"Why not? I thought you kept him up with everything."

"I don't want him knowing how I've been without him. How much I've gotten around." I threw clothes on the bed.

"You and her are the real thing though, right?" he asked, it was beyond strange coming from him, he had to be up to something. "You love her."

"Not nearly as much as I love him." I admitted, getting upset.

"Don't cry, not on Ste's birthday." He tried to comfort me.

"I'm not." I tried to wipe away the tears as fast as they came but my pregnant body had other ideas. "I'm not crying, I just can't believe he's two already. It's not been two years since I gave birth to him."

"It has. Luke would be so proud..."

I shook my head. "Please don't, not today. Let's just be happy for Ste."

His party wasn't until the afternoon after he'd had his nap, so we got dressed and spent the morning playing and preparing for people coming.

The problem was he was taking every opportunity to tantrum like he'd turned into Jekyll and Hyde overnight. I ended up putting him down for his nap in frustration, praying he'd wake up in a good mood.

...

"Kenzie's here." Jamie yelled.

"Hear that? 'Lotta's gonna be eating your cake." I told Stephen. "There won't be any left."

He was still being difficult, not happy to be woken up from his nap. He'd hit the terrible twos right from day one. He wouldn't get up. He wouldn't get dressed. He didn't want a party. Maybe he'd skipped right ahead to being a teenager.

"No! Mine!"

"Put your clothes on then or you'll stay in here while we eat cake." I threatened and that got him to cooperate, too bad there isn't going to be cake around every day.