Fate

Why is he here?

I run, I run and I run, my mind and my heart racing, sweat pouring down my body, my lungs ache due to lack of breath, reminding me how painfully long it has been since I last exercised. Once I'm satisfied I'm far enough away from the supermarket and from... him... I plonk my breathless, sweaty body down on to the park bench. Why? Why is he here? Why is this happening? My mind is screaming with confusion, 6 years, 6 whole years I've managed to hide away from my past, why now? Did he find out about Noah? Has he come to find me? To find us?

Impossible, I only knew him for a month, if that, before my parents took me away from him. He didn't even know that I was pregnant, no one did, my parents did everything possible to ensure that no one from my past life would ever find out about Noah. I moved to the other side of the world for crying out loud, out of all the places he could be on this Earth, why is he here?

My mouth is dry and I feel incredibly sick, I close my eyes and breathe. I'm not sure how long I have been sitting here, or even if I am able to move, until the sound of the school bell ringing in the distance jolts me to my feet. I run across the road to Noah's school and stand with the other parents on the school yard. I dread to think what I currently look like, my cheeks feel red and hot from running, I feel sticky from sweating, I try desperately to avoid any eye contact with anyone. I smile when I see him running towards me with that gorgeous smile on his face that I love so much. He embraces me into one of his sweet hugs. I close my eyes and hug him tight.

"Mummy are you ok?" He asks, sounding genuinely concerned clearly noticing that I am a sweaty, stressed wreck.
"I'm fine sweetie," I tell him as I kiss him in the head. He gives me a look that tells me that it's not cool to be kissed by your mother on the school playground. Once home, I realise I left the supermarket in such a hurry that I didn't even buy anything. Noah seems overjoyed when I suggest we order in a pizza.

My evening is busy, between convincing Noah to have a bath and helping him with his math homework, it isn't until he's fast asleep in bed that my mind is able to flick back to the supermarket incident. I pour myself a large glass of wine and dig out my old school photos. I flick through the pile of photos that are hidden in a box under my bed, trying desperately to convince myself that the man I saw today is not who I think he is. As soon as I see those emerald green eyes staring back at me from the old dusty photograph in my hand, I know, for sure, it's him. He's here, and I have no idea why.

If you are here reading chapter 2 then thank you, I'm glad my story has taken to your interests. What are your thoughts on Noah's father? Why do you think Abby (I think that's the first time I've announced her name?) is so stressed that he is here? What happened between her and Noah's father? Keep reading! :)