Alerrie: His Son

Six.

*this chapter features swearing*

note: for readers who are aren't from the UK, reception (which is mentioned in this chapter) is the first year of school in the UK, which you do when you're age 4-5 xx

Vanessa's POV:

I was going round to Alex's for the first time. We were having another meeting about Jordie but this time he had offered to host it. I want sure what to expect; I knew he must have a nice house giving how much money he was earning, but the question was how nice? Also on my mind was the feelings I was getting for Alex. Even after all these years, I felt like there was something there. I decided that I would dress up nice tonight and make myself look good and then from there, we would just see what happened.

I didn't spend too long on my makeup, but I did want to look nice. After about 20 minutes of applying it, I checked myself in the mirror. It didn't look too outgoing, but I looked good. Next, I had to decide what to wear. I didn't want it to look like I was trying to impress, but I was, so I needed something that would make me look hot. After a little deliberating, I decided on a white blouse, black jeans and boots. Finally, I completed the outfit with a denim jacket, hoop earrings and a necklace. Very pleased with the outcome, I walked downstairs and into the living room where my kids were sat watching TV.

"Ok Jordie, you need to make sure they eat and are in bed by 9. Got it?" He nodded.

"Where are you going mum?" Asked Ky.

"Just out Ky." I replied.

"You look pretty. Are you going to see someone?" Teased Amalia.

I laughed "Mind your own business sweetheart." She laughed and I hugged them all before leaving. In the car on the way there, I couldn't help but feel really nervous.

I mean, I was trying to get his attention wasn't I? What if it didn't work? A guy like him - a premier league footballer to add - must have girls throwing themselves at him. Why would he choose me? A 31-year-old with four kids?

I checked myself in the wing mirror.

Hang on, I was looking pretty good tonight. I had just as much chance as anyone to get him. Not to mention our history. We had a child together - that might swing him.

After about an hour, I pulled over at the address he'd given me. The house was gigantic; I'd never seen one so big in my life! After checking the address that he texted me, I concluded that yes, this really was his house. Shaking my head in disbelief, I walked up the driveway. There was a gate, but Alex had given me the pin for it, so it didn't take long to bypass. It did, however, take me a while to walk to the actual front door of the house. There was such a long driveway and even past that, there was a large gravel square before you could even reach the house itself. Finally, and not to mention breathlessly, I walked up to the door and rung the bell.

It took a long time for anyone to come. Considering it was a house the size of a school, I gave Alex some leverage and patiently waited for him to open the door. After a while of standing, waiting, I went to ring the bell again. Just then, a woman opened the door. She was about my age, maybe a little younger, had long blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes. Even without makeup on and wearing pyjamas, she was stunning. Unsure of who she was or what she was doing in Alex's house, I asked if Alex was home.

"He is, yeah. Come in and I'll go get him." She welcomed me into the house and closed the door behind me, then turned to find Alex. I was left to stand in the colossal hallway, alone with my thoughts.

Thoughts like who the fuck was she? What was she doing in Alex's house? What if she was his girlfriend, or even just a fling?

He hadn't mentioned anything about being in a relationship, but then again I hadn't asked. She was certainly very pretty, and capable of capturing his interest, but she could just be a friend, or a cousin or something. I hoped that that would be the case.