I came home from work. Sebastian was already sleeping in the car. I took him and came in. I put Sebastian in his bed and came out of the room. I sat on the sofa in the lounge and took a deep breath. I was tired. But I was feeling upset too, for no reason. My heart was heavy, I wanted to cry. I was missing him badly. It was July 14th, the day of our first kiss. Now when I think about that myth sort of thing that kiss tells you that your love is true or not, I feel like it's not a myth but it's a fact. Whenever I try to think about someone else, Sedrick come to my mind. I can't get over it. I can't forget that day no matter what I do. I realised, I loved him. Just him.
Anyway, I tried to fix my mood, I turned on a movie and later, slept.
At 6:30 am, I woke up. I went in Sebastian's room.
"Sebastian?! Where are you?!"
For a moment, my breaths got missing. My whole universe, my baby, wasn't in the room.
I looked for him everywhere in the house. Sebastian was just 7 years old now. It was his birthday that day. I went upstairs to look for him.
"SEBASTIAN! I told you before! You're not allowed to come up here!"
"I'm sorry, mom"
"Oh... love."
I hugged him.
"But mom, is he my dad in all the pictures?"
"Oh, alright Sebastian, now you're old enough to understand this."
Sebastian just discovered my locked art gallery. He wasn't allowed to go there, but now, I couldn't lie to him, he was old enough to know the truth.
"First of all, tell me why did you come up here, when you're restricted?"
"I woke up earlier, I couldn't sleep, I was wandering here and there in the kitchen, lounge and everywhere, I didn't want to disturb you, then I came up here. I'm sorry mommy, I didn't want to ... But I just came, I'm sorry."
"Alright... and yes, all those pictures are of your dad."
"Why doesn't he live with us?"
"There were some consequences, I'll tell you when you'll grow up."
I had tears in my eyes now. I couldn't tell Sebastian that his dad didn't even know that I had his son. He needed to be a little mature to know this.
"Don't cry mommy, I can't see you like this."
Sebastian wiped my tears.
"Alright, I have a caring son, why would I need someone else, young Stark. I should have named you Tony Stark - the Ironman!"
We both laughed.
"Mommy I saw a portrait of you, dad and me, Can I take that to my room? Please."
"Fine, but that would be your birthday present? Okie?"
"That's not fair!"
"Ok ok, I was kidding"
"I love you momma"
"I love you too darling"
I dropped Sebastian school and came home. I checked my phone, there were 12 missed calls, from an unknown caller. I wondered who could it be. I had no credit in my phone to call back.
"Well, anyway, if it's someone I know, he'll call me back." I thought.What do you think? Who could it be? Comment down in the comments section, let me know!
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Missing Pieces
Roman d'amourThe diary of a one sided lover. 🌸 May be it's not about the happy ending... May be it's about the story. ✨ (Rankings: #53 out of 4.45K stories under hashtag Lessons on 03/11/19)