Waiting For Fate

Chapter 1: Present Day

Five And a Half Years Later

"Sweetie, can you please quiet down? Mommy's on the phone," I said, as I churned the mac and cheese, while talking to my overly dramatic mother.

"Tell little Ian that Abuela says she misses his little face!" Mom said, yelling through the phone causing four year old Ian to smile and reply with, "I miss you too, Abuela."

The little boys smile was full of small little teeth and one small gap where the front tooth should have been. Then his curls of his mothers bounced as he played with small hot wheels. Then his eyes, thats the only part that looked nothing like his mothers hazel eyes, these were brown, with a pool of chocolate that anyone would be able to swim in. They were his fathers eyes. They were the only physical quality he had of his father. Yet, he had no idea.

"Ma' si ya se. No, no necesito nada. Te queiro mucho tambien. Bye." I said sighing as I grab the phone with my free hand and hang up.

"Abuela's so funny." Ian said, giggling yet not looking up from his small hot wheels.

"I think so too, Mister." I said smiling at the nickname. Pulling a small bowl from the cabinet, I poured in some of the hot mac and cheese in and grabbed a small pouche of juice out and gave it to him.

Hungrily, he digs in with his small spoon and begins munching on the food. Pulling my own bowl, I sit in the table in front of Ian as i watch him eat eagerly.

The five years and a half of raising Ian by myself had been tough. After graduating from high school, then raising Ian while going to college, I did pretty good for myself.

I had an apartment in San Francisco, with a book store and cafe of my own, all at the age of twenty-three. Spending most of my time with Ian, I had spent my spare time readying my business.

I have been a good mother. I hadn't needed any extra help from anyone. Especially since I lived in Northern California, and my family in South California.

Ian was my pride and joy. He was a bright young little guy. He was in preschool and he always showed how he knew how to count to 100, but lost his way after.

He was sweet to every person he met. From the time he could smile, he graced everyone with a smile and began a conversation with them. He always helped when he could. He was a sweet kid. My sweet kid.

"Mom, you're doing it again." Ian giggles as he saw me staring at him.

"So? A mother can stare at her child and admire what she sees." I smiled and pushed his hair away from his eyes.

Giggling he finishes his plate, and drinks his juice. "I love you, Mom."

Smiling I kiss him in the cheek and whisper "I love you, too you big butt."

Smiling he stands and goes right next to me and gives me a serious look. "Do you love anyone else?" These were the moments where he was so smart and full of curiosity.

"I love Abuela." I smile.

"No, Mom. I mean, like Jake has a Daddy, and his mommy always says she loves him, but its a different love then how she loves Jake. Do you love anyone like that?" Ian had rubbed his eye as pushes his curls back to stare at me.

"I did love someone like that. But ... It's not important. Do you want me to?" I asked smiles as I brush a curl behind his ear.

"I want you to be happy like Jakes parents are. You don't look happy all the time." He said.

Man, i'd have to work on my poker face.

"Well, sweetie we have to continue waiting for fate to come and give me a guy of my dreams, wont we?"

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