Running From The Big Bad Wolf

19

Caitlyn

I heard the footsteps come closer as I stayed against the wall. I've been here all night, falling asleep against it  my neck hurt, I was stiff, but I didn't care. I wanted my baby back.

The door flew open and it did startle me but as soon as I saw a pissed off Axel, I placed my head back on my knees.

Axel came forward and took my arm, lifting me up as I cried in protest. I felt how puffy my face was. I have cried for hours and cried some more when I woke up.

I stood up right with Axel glaring at me with such anger, I was speechless.

"Who is the kids father?" He snapped at me.

I couldn't answer. His grip on my arm hurt and I was petrified. Petrified to learn that Eric killed my son. Petrified because Axel was the monster that would allow it.

Axel looked like he hadn't slept at all. I saw the tired bags under his cold hateful black eyes. Then he dragged me out off the room to the stairs. I didn't fight with him, I lost all my fight. I lost it when I realised that Axel sentenced his own son to death. But Axel doesn't know that and I felt so guilty at the time for not telling him exactly that.

We went down the stairs and to the open sitting room. "Leave!" Axel growled at all the men there and they got up and left.

"Talk to me!" Axel demanded out of me as his grip loosened.

Fresh tears rolled down my face as I shook my head.

"Caity." Axel called me softly, his hand dropping from my arm completely. "Who's the kids' parents?"

"Why does it matter? Well Axel?" I snapped at him. "You told me I didn't deserve him, I was a terrible parent for having him there. I had no choice on leaving him behind because your fucking men took me away from him. You sentenced him to death. To die in the hands of Eric. You allowed that! You killed my son! My baby!" I cried at him. I have lost everything.

I looked at Axel with so much hate, so much anger that I actually wanted to kill him. I wanted to kill the bastard that is responsible for my childs death. I haven't even been told if he is dead, but he is with my brothers murderer. Axel wouldn't allow the transaction. He won't save him. So I won't tell him who the father is. He doesn't deserve it. Or maybe he does, knowing he is responsible for his own sons de-

I froze.

In the doorway from the dining room to the sitting room stood my son, looking up at me.

"Mam!" He cried out to me. I gasped out, a fresh sob leaving me as I ran to Rhydian and swooped him up, dropping to my knees and holding him tightly to me.

"Oh, baby!" I cried out to him, kissing his cheeks till Rhy started to push me away, giggling.

It was like a light switch. My world destroyed, crumpled and dead then as soon as I saw him, I was instantly happy again, everything alive and green and I was at peace again. My hands ran through his thick hair and down his face as I sat on my knees.

"Fy maban. My baby." I said in Welsh and English. I didn't really know the language, just little things like that.

Rhydian lifted his little hand to my face and wiped away the tears that were running down my cheeks.

"Don't cry, mam." He told me and I smiled widely at him.

"They are tears of happiness, baby." I whispered, brushing his hair. "I'm so happy that you are here with me." I checked him over, looking at his arms and legs, lifting his shirt to look at his belly and back. "Are you hurt?" I asked him and Rhydian shook his head. I held him to me again, squeezing him tightly. "I missed you, my little man." I cried out, still shocked that he was alive. "Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

Rhydian shook his head again but I got up and carried him to the kitchen. On the bench I saw a small cup and an open packet of cookies. Frowning at it, it dawned on me Axel gave them to him.

"Down, mammy."

I snapped out of my daze and placed Rhydian down. He walked out of the kitchen back through the dining room. I went to follow when I was stopped.

"He will be fine." Axel said to me, but I wasn't too sure. I knew he would be but I didn't want him to leave my sight ever again. "You have some explaining to do."

I immediately shrunk back. I didn't want to. I really didn't.

"Who is the kids father?" Axel asked me.

I stayed quiet, not answering him.

"Alright, he has an accent. Where were you hiding because it wasn't in this country?"

I glared at Axel. Rhy doesn't have an accent, does he? I sighed out but still didn't answer him.

"You spoke a different language as well. What was that?"

Another question I didn't answer.

Axel growled in frustration. I don't blame him. But I also knew I had to thank him.

"Thank you." I said softly, looking at the ground. "Thank you, Axel."

"For what?"

"For getting my son." I may not want to answer his questions but I knew I had to, eventually. The least I could do is thank him though.

"Am I the father?" Axel snapped and I tried skirting around the subject.

"Why? Are you jealous? How does it feel knowing I slept with someone and made a child with them?"

I saw the fury in his eyes.

I smirked at him. "It does. It angers you. I was happy before all this shit started again. I was far away, raising my son. I was working in a job that I had fun at, I had my own little place. I was happy! Just him and me."

"Just you and him?" Axel repeated and my mouth snapped shut.

Oops.

"Just you and him? So where is the father? Obviously not even in the same country. You were there for three years and it was just you and the kid. He has dark eyes, he has dark hair, he has a square jaw, Caitlyn. So stop rambling and tell me!"

"I'm not rambling. I'm-"

"You are. You ramble and blabber on when you lie or try to cover something up." Axel informed me and I knew I was caught. "Am I his father?"