His Angel

Chapter 41

Laura slid out of his suddenly limp embrace and excused herself, not missing the frown of confusion, curiosity and dread on his face.

She went into the bedroom and to Cameron's cot and realized he was only having a bad dream.

After calming him down and putting him to sleep again, she returned to the sitting room.

He was standing with his back to her staring at a painting. His stance oozed power and sexual appeal and she mentally slapped herself for harboring immoral thoughts.

"That was a baby, wasn't it?" He asked in a murmur.

"Yes, obviously." She replied curtly.

"Whose child is it?" He asked, turning to face her.

"None of your business." She said nonchalantly.

He took a dangerous step towards her.
"Laura. Whose. Child. Was that?"

She glared at him for seconds then rolled her eyes.
"Well since you're been insistent, he's my child."

Time stood still as he froze at her announcement. Then he vaguely remembered that she did have a son. He had found out when he went through her profile some time back.

She saw his face drained off colour. For a moment, she wondered whether he was still breathing.

"Y-your child."

She shrugged. "Yes, mine."

"H-how?" He whispered.

She gave him an are-you-serious look. "How else is a child been conceived and born?"

She watched his face fall and etched with both sadness and anger and it tore  painfully at her heart.
Why was he feeling that way? Was it because of their baby? Would he even accept Cameron as his?

Several questions passed through her mind of which she knew the answer to none.

He took a deep breath and turned his back to her. She noticed that his back and even his whole frame was taut and rigid and his fingers balled into fists.

"I have to go." He gritted and without another glance at her, he walked out of the house ignoring her call.

"Greg!"
What was wrong with him!?
She contemplated going after him then decided against it. Then Cameron started to cry again and she went back to cuddle him to sleep.

She called Dexter and politely told him that she was tired and couldn't see anyone at the moment and then climbed into bed, her thoughts filled with images of a certain heartthrob of hers as tears slid down her cheeks.

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He sought solace in the good o'l wine. But at the moment, even the wine could do nothing to numb the pain he felt and he put it away.

He took to pacing up and down his penthouse bedroom, wondering what in heaven's name he was going to do about his current predicament.

He sighed. He was helpless.

Another man's child. Which man in his right senses wouldn't fight for his own child and with a mother like Laura?

Dexter was definitely not going to let his child go and he knew that Laura would not want to be separated from her child as well.

He was doomed!

How had things gotten to this level within the space of a year? Hell, he wished he could turn back the hand of time.

He suddenly stilled as a thought crossed his mind.

They weren't married yet. And the child was obviously still in Laura's custody so something could still be done.