How? How could I have? I mean, I tired! I had to make appointments just to talk to you on the phone and even those got canceled and pushed back. I was going to tell you, I planned on it, but I couldn't get in touch with you. It's not like we exchanged full names and numbers."
"Were you wanting money?"
"What? No. I mean, it's not cheap raising a little boy by myself, but he's almost 3 and I've done this by myself without any help from you. I wasn't trying to get in touch with you for money. When I found out who you were, I tired to get in touch with you because I thought you would want to know, you deserved to know, but I kept getting the run around. And then after Chris was born-"
"Chris ?"
"My son." I clarify.
She raises his eyebrow as if to correct me.
"Our Son ." I hang my head and look at the stuffed bunny I'm holding in my hands.
"I want to see him."
"I thought you might." I whisper, looking up at her, pleading, "Just please don't take him from me, he's all I have. He's my whole life."
Why would I take him from you?"
"I don't know, you could, so you would?"
"I'm not like that, Normani . I wont take him from you, so long as you're a good mother, but I do want to be a part of his life."
I nod in agreement, totally okay with that.
"Where is he?"
He's napping." I point to the back rooms.
"And his name?"
I feel like shit when she has to ask me what her 2 1/2 year old Son's name is.
"I named her Christopher. I've always loved reading Pooh Bear as a child and I remember you telling me at the Bar about your Uncle Christopher who died.
Dinah nodded
His full name is Christopher Justin Hamilton but he likes to go by Chris, Chrissy or CJ."
"When he wakes, I'd like to meet him."
"Of course."
