↠ Dial ↞ C.H. {au}

35

"Calum?" I said back, surprised. I thought he was at Notre Dame, if he was here, I wouldn't have came.

"Mommy." Mason said, reaching out to me. I took him from Mali and he buried his head in my neck, sniffling softly from when he smashed his finger.

"Mommy?" Calum questioned, looking at me. "Is that your s-"

I turned to Mali, "I'll call you later. I, uh, have to go." I grabbed my bag and moved aside Calum, walking out the door. Just as I was about to go down the stairs and to my car, Calum called my name.

"Tara! Wait." He shouted, running after me. I kept walking till I felt his hand at my shoulder, pulling me, causing me to turn around and face him.

"Calum! Let it go." Mali said, walking down and coming to us.

He ignored Mali, looking right at me. "Is he your son?" He asked.

I nodded slowly, looking at him.

"How old is he?"

"He's one, turning two soon." I answered, starting to feel tears build up.

"Is he mine?" He asked and a lump formed in my throat.

I closed my eyes, before nodding slowly, "Yes..."

I opened my eyes and he just stared at me then looked at Mason, who still had his head in my neck. "Why? Why didn't you tell me?"

I shook my head, a tear leaving my eye. "I-I couldn't. I-I have to go. Sorry." I said, before putting Mason in the car seat and getting in my car, driving off.

✿

Mason was sleeping in his room, the house was clean and everything was okay. Maybe not okay. Calum isn't supposed to be here, he wasn't supposed to know Mason was his. None of this was supposed to happen.

I walked downstairs, going to the kitchen to make myself some tea. English Breakfast Tea to be specific. As I was pouring sugar in, I heard a knock on the door, I grabbed my cup and walked to the door, seeing an envelope on the ground with my name on it, I opened the door, looking around and seeing no one. I closed it and picked up the envelope, walking up to check up on Mason then going to my room, sitting on my bed and opening it.

"Tara,

I don't know why you didn't tell me that I had a son, but I think I understand a bit. I know what I did was extremely wrong and I can never ever take that back. I'm sorry and when I say that, I truly mean it. I miss you, I miss everything about you. This past year has been nothing but crap. Everything always reminds me of you and then I think of what I did and I hate myself more. I don't expect you to forgive me or to let me be in Mason's life. I just want you to know how sorry I am and that I still love you. That night was a mistake and I regret it more than you know.

Mali filled me in on some things, if you want to know, when I got home, she hugged me then slapped me across the face for what I did to you. I told my mom and well, she hasn't talked to me since. Mali also told me you didn't tell my parents about Mason, afraid of them thinking something different of you. Well, I told them, I'm sorry for doing it without your permission but they had the right to know. And well, my mom was a bit happy, still disappointed in what I did to you to be really happy.

I also hear that his birthday is in a week, August 15th. Mali wanted me to tell you that the party she's throwing will be at our house and that maybe tomorrow or the day after, you and Mason could join us for dinner, so my parents could meet their grandson. If you don't come, we understand, well I do.

Lastly, I wasn't going to show you this, but Mali insisted and said she would do it herself if I didn't do it. But, I wrote a song about you or uh, us I guess. It was maybe about a month after you called it all off. If you turn this letter around, you'll see the title of it with the lyrics and at the bottom of this one, is a memory card of me singing it. That's all I really have to say here. But I do hope you and Mason have a great life. I love you both, always.