For a night Stand

Perfect imperfection

Aki POV

- Want to come too, she asks me, we will talk once that little one is all settled in the house, she added while taking Cody's hand.

We went upstairs and this time the opposite way of her room. When she opened the door, I was not expecting it to look like that. The room was painted in blue; a space motif. Glowing in the dark stars were all over the walls and ceiling. His bed was a loft bed with his desk on the side and a mini living room underneath. A bookshelf was in a sitting area and all sorts of games were around it. He even had a TV and a computer. His closet was packed with clothes. Not sure that they will fit but she definitely went above and beyond.

Is that what she has been doing and the reason why she was avoiding me?

- Did you do all that by yourself? I ask feeling guilty that she was so tired now.

She nods and adds

- I had the concept and how I wanted it, Brune from helped with brainstorming and pointed me in the right direction. I put it all together after work and I had Jim and Daning helping too.

Cody did not say a word as he was taking everything in. He just ran back to her and hugged her. She lifted him as he wraps himself on her.

- Are-you, happy buddy? She asks him and he nods. Want to stay here and finish your homework while I talk to your dad? He nods again.

She kisses his forehead and put him down. He opens his backpack and started coloring a few things.

I followed her to her office and without a word, she handed me a folder: a report.

- What is this? I ask and starting to look through the papers. You had an investigator dig up on my past?

- I actually did not. My sister did without telling me and I guess she made the right choice because I trusted you and all I have been getting from you are either half story or all lies.

She was not lying. Even if I tell her the truth, I have to keep most of it to myself. I can't tell her the reason why I married her. Telling the truth might lead to me losing her and I do not want that. A half-truth is still the truth, right?

- I am not sure if he is my son or not, I started explaining quietly, I mean genetically. His mom and I were together in grad school and she dropped out at the beginning because she was pregnant. She told me he was mine, but she was sleeping with someone else at the same time. I was the one taking care of Cody when she was "unavailable" as in doing drugs or God knows what else.

I started pacing around as this second part of the story was not easy. I walked to the door double-checking that Cody did not come down and lock the door in the process. I walked back and sat in front of her.

- She was abusing and the other guy was doing the same. As none of us was on the birth certificate, I could not take him home, neither could he. So I contacted the department of children and families and they brought him to his grandmother. I also requested a paternity test for this guy and I. Sara was not in any condition to fight for Cody neither was that guy. I never went for the results. The judge considered me as his father as Sara was insisting that he was mine and I also was extremely attached. I am still not legally his father because even if I was always in his life, I was not judged fit to be his caregiver based on some of my actions.

I looked up to her trying to figure out if she was still following my crazy life story or not. Her eyes were filled with tears and she was just staring at me the whole time. She motioned for me to keep going and I continue:

- As I wasn't fit to be his father, his grandmother became his caregiver. I was helping her out the best that I could. The night I met you was probably one week after all of this happened. You were the breeze to everything hectic that was happening at the time. You got me to forget all the bad and focus on the moment which I had forgotten how to do. I, therefore, became the best father I could at the moment even if I didn't have that much. After meeting you I worked in a company for a year then opened my own. I also wanted to be someone that you wouldn't be ashamed of and...

- I was never ashamed of you, she stated cutting me.

- I know that now, I added looking at her. I appreciate you for that. I have also seen how much work you put in making Cody feels like home and I lov... I mean, I... Thank you, I clumsily state combing my hair. I haven't talked to you about it because I wanted our relationship to become stronger before I... before I messed it up.

- If I am meant to leave this relationship, I would no matter what the fight is about. I am here because I care about you. There is just something about you that.. that

- makes you feel like home.

She nods. I feel the same way. I got up from my chair and impulsively sat next to her. She got up, sat on my lap, and kissed my neck and stayed in my arm. Her head was still in my neck when she murmured:

- Thank you for confiding in me. I have to tell you a few stuffs also as we are opening to each other. I do not want any misunderstanding between us.

She took a deep breath and stood up. She was pacing around and probably did not know how to start. I walked to her and held her hands. I sat down with her and just murmured

- Take your time, you don't have to if you don't feel like it.

She lowered her head and then started to talk

- I have always been the "angel" in a way that I have always try to please people around me specifically my family. That night when we met, my sister was trying to get me out of my shell. She wanted me to be free. I decided to marry you because I wanted to do something out of the blue; uncalculated; not pleasing anyone but me. We had the chemistry, she quietly added, you brought the bad, the good, the devilish Danielle out of me in just one night. I loved that. I still do. You were what everyone might consider being my mistake, but I personally see it as a growth. You challenged me every day and make me happy even sometimes I do not understand you or where you are coming from, I try. I just hope you would communicate better.

She looks up to me and smiled. Her eyes were filled with tears and at the same time happiness. Like she had just relieved herself from something heavy and was ready to move pass everything. I was falling for her. I was falling for her honesty and her pureness. Should I tell her? Should I confess to her the reason why I actually proposed? Is her heart big enough to forgive me for using her the way I did?

With her arms crossed against her chest, she walks to the window where the rain was knocking hard. I just followed her and held her in my arms. She turned around and kissed me. It was different. She poured her heart into that kiss and broke mine for being a liar.