Don't Give Up On Me [Book 2]

Chapter 33

I watched the scene between Hayden and Zahir as they basically shouted at each other, with rage radiating off their bodies.

" Go back to jail, where you belong, psycho!" Zahir threw his arms into the air.

" If it wasn't for that psycho I am you'd be fucking dead! Don't forget the facts, idiot." This was just getting stupid, they tried to argue with arguments that weren't even valid as long as it somehow hurt the other.

"Idiot? Wow I'm insulted, Hayley. Didn't know you were a woman of such big words." Zahir taunted him.

"I'm glad we're on first name basis, Zahira." I noticed Hayden biting back a smirk, obviously amused by the situation. What was going on? Weren't they shouting at each other just a few seconds ago? This didn't make any sense to me.

There was a silence, both were watching each other, almost trying to suffocate each other with their glances, I didn't know if it was good that they finally shut up or if I had to be worried that they would lure at each other any second. In my head there were already different scenarios and solutions to them playing, the solution always the same-- get them somehow off each other.

"Mummy!" I heard Jaymi shout as he ran towards the door like a lunatic with that adorable smile he had taken after his father. Hayden stopped staring at Zahir like a maniac and his glance darted to his-- our son, a sly smile creeping onto his facial features. As soon as he reached us I picked him up, smiling a sly grin, too.

"I'm hungwy." The toddler said somewhat proudly.

"Didn't you eat breakfast?" I asked him as I gave Zahir a disapproving glance.

"No." Jaymi said and shook his head.

"Yes, you did!", Zahir protested, " I made him cereals just an hour ago!" I chuckled at his outburst and Jaymi just ended up snickering, too.

Hayden, though remained silent, the ground beneath his feet suddenly, seemed very interesting to his eyes. His head was bowed towards the floor, too, as he bit his lip. I knew that position all too well. Either he was ashamed, sad or he was about to apologize. Patiently, I waited, hoping he would apologize to Zahir for calling a terrorist, but he didn't.

"I'm just going to cook something, since you don't know how to feed a child apparently." I said silently, shaking my head as I entered the house, Hayden stepping in behind me, surprisingly enough, Zahir let him in, no pun intended. As Hayden walked past Zahir though, he stopped and turned around to look at Zahir in all seriousness.

"Thank you." He said and I could feel that he meant it, for whatever he was thanking him.

"For?" Zahir asked the question that was also floating around in my head.

"For being there when I couldn't." Hayden answered, brushing past him without another word. Zahir stared at the corner around which Hayden had just left to go into the kitchen, a smirk plastered onto his face. I couldn't help, but smile, too, this was beyond what I had expected.

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In the kitchen, where I was making sausages with mashed potatoes and gravy, Hayden was sat on the chair just across Jaymi, staring at him like he was an alien. I chose wisely to brush it off, telling me that at some point Hayden would eventually get used to him. Hopefully.

I knew I was way too young to have a child, especially under the circumstances I got pregnant, which weren't ideal, in fact they were the exact opposite. The timing with me getting pregnant couldn't have been worse, adding to it that the father of my kid was thrown into jail for saving me. I still felt and always would feel guilty about what happened, but I wasn't going to let that guilt push me into anything that I didn't want. So when I found out that I was pregnant, I didn't keep Jaymi because I was guilty, no I kept him because he would have been that perfect bond between me and Hayden, we were connected forever from this day on, if he decided to be a father. Also, I could only just dream of how amazing a kid of him- my love would look and be like and so I kept Jaymi. I don't regret that decision ever, even if the beginning was heavy.

"You know, I'm really proud of what you just did out there." I told Hayden, referring to what he had told Zahir. It really meant much to me.

"I figured I should be honest with him." Hayden muttered under his breath, clearly he was embarrassed for letting his shield down a couple of seconds.

I placed the ready dishes on the table in front of him, one for me, a small one for Jaymi and of course, the biggest one for Hayden. He hadn't had a proper meal since he was out of jail. He instantly smashed his fork into the food, moaning as he got it into his mouth.

"I've eaten wet cardboard for over three years, fuck this is just heaven." He spoke with a full mouth and Jaymi giggled, eating with his mouth open just like his father. I laughed, finding this very amusing, so I silently pulled my phone out of my pocket, snapping a picture as they both closed their eyes, having the exact same facial expression.

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