"We do allergy tests" I said to the phone. Clinton rang in the middle of the night, waking me from sleep.
"That's good. Got any medicines?" His voice was as drowsy as mine.
"He got ointment, it should help" I sighed, looking at the boy lying next to me. He slept beside me on Clinton's place. I felt alone in a large bed without my boyfriend.
Instead, I had a small copy of him next to me. The boy was very small, but he looked exactly like his father. Only his eyes were looking like mine.
I stared at him for a moment, feeling a something I had never felt before. Pride? I was very happy that Beau was born healthy, because there was a possibility that he'd be sick or something.
I stroked his hair, mumbling responses to Clinton's questions from time to time.
"And how are you feeling? How's at work?" He suddenly led me out of my reverie.
"I had photoshoot today as you saw. Awsten comes to me tomorrow because he wants to get to know Beau" I laughed at the thought of the boy and my child in the same room.
"Good luck," Clinton chuckled. "Watch him not let him to hold Beau for too long."
"I will," I laughed in response to his words.
*Two weeks later*
Clinton's pov
I lay on the floor staring at the toys hanging from the sticks. Beau layed next to me, sucking his two favorite fingers in his mouth, waving his legs in the air.
I turned my head to look at him. He was so beautiful and he was mine. I could not believe that something so beautiful could have been the result of a coincidence.
And yet.
Beau was our beautiful slip.
I did not regret anything. I wouldn't change anything if I could turn back time. I wanted to be here, together with my son and my wonderful girlfriend.
"Baby, Jesse's asking if you can go with him somewhere?"
Angeline entered the room, wearing a cap, sports shorts and a short black T-shirt. I watched her closely, seeing her red cheeks and sweaty forehead, because after the birth she fell into a terrible training frenzy to get back to her pre-pregnancy appearance as quickly as possible. She was doing very well. I did not want to talk to her about her body after pregnancy because I did not want her to feel bad.
I watched her unravel the braid, looking at me from the corner of her eye.
"I think I'll stay here," I said, putting my finger into the little boy's hand. To my surprise, he put it in his mouth, drooling it.
"Beau, eww, stop it." I extended his grip, which caused a resentful look on his face, then he began to wave his hands and squeak. He always did it when someone annoyed him. He cried very little at all. He preferred to scream and sow terror. Even at such a young age he had a big character.
"What's up?" Angeline knelt on my side, her knees close to my stomach, stretching my hands towards the child who briskly moved his limbs.
"He sucked my finger and I took it from him, so he shoots me this upset look," I sighed, looking at my son who was looking at me hatingly.
"You have the same facial expression as you insult" she giggled, stroking the dark curls on the boy's head.
I put a hand on her thigh, stroking her hip. She looked at me, shaking her head. She knew perfectly well what I had in my head.
"We still have that much time, Clinton." She rolled her eyes, putting her hand on mine, to grab the child after a while, taking him in her arms. After a while, she put him on my chest, laughing at my surprised expression.
"I love you, boys," the girl said, kissing Beau on the top of his head, and to my lips, bumping into me gently, evoking a familiar feeling in me.
I never wanted to leave her again. It was the only one.
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