Rival Lovers (Completed)

Chapter 32

Dear readers, this chapter will have a time jump of around six months. Where this chapter starts off is one month from Beverly having the baby.

"He's so adorable. He looks exactly like his father. Except for his eyes. On that part, he looks like you. How has he been? Is he silent? Or is he loud? You look really tired though, I hope he isn't keeping you up at night."

I smiled at my little boy who is asleep in his crib. I slowly run my finger across his cheek, hoping not to wake him. Even though he was asleep, I hated being away from him. The constant fear of somebody taking him. I know our house is protected like crazy, and had so many guards around in the area, but I fear that somebody would one day take him.

I don't know what I would do if somebody were to take him. I knew that as soon as somebody would take him, he would be dead. People don't want to collect a bounty on him, they want to kill him. Everybody in the world hates Francis. Even though they hate him, they respect him. But if somebody wants to get their hands on the baby, they would instantly kill him. Even though he is innocent, his father is not.

" it's been stressful. But for the most part he is a quite baby. He only cries when he is hungry, or I have to change his diaper. He does eat a lot though. And even though his father is not always around him, he does adore his father. He doesn't keep me up at night all the time. He kept me up last night, that's why I look so tired. He just wasn't feeling well. I called the doctor about an hour of him constantly crying, and the doctor said he just had a mild fever. Luckily he's feeling much better."

" oh, well that's good. Where is Francis by the way? I haven't seen him since I've been here. I figured he would be more around his son. Especially with the first month."

"I honestly don't know anymore, he always seems to vanish. After about a week of having the baby, Francis pretty much stopped showing around. He comes home at night, and falls asleep in the bed with me. But he never says anything. I'm not sure what's going on. We were doing so well for a few months. But then after I had the baby, he just changed. I'm not sure what's happening with him. It sounds like things are getting busier, or he would've told me. I feel so he's purposely not coming around anymore. I wanna talk to him about it, but I never get the chance to."

"You need to stay up all night, and wait for him to come to bed. They need to turn on the light and ask him what the hell is going on. He needs to be around the baby. Even if it's every day or so, it's not right that he is in around him. It might give the baby up in a minute shoes. You have to be careful. He needs to get to know his father. Even though he's only a month old, a true connection with the father can be life-changing."

I nodded, Meredith was right.

I didn't want Francis absence to affect my baby.

Francis always seem so excited to meet baby, but now I'm not so sure. It's been a month, and he's barely seen him. He wasn't even truly there for the birth. He was at work, and two hours away. He only got to see him after about an hour of him being born. He held him for two minutes, and handed him back to me. After that, he left the hospital, and didn't say anything until I got home the next day. I was extremely pissed off at Francis, one for not even seen the baby are the most, and two for leaving me there all alone.

Show me he was busy, and that he was sorry. But I could tell he did not mean it. It felt so strange to hear him talk like that come into lie to me. We were doing so well for a few months, after that whole dinner. But after that date and having a baby, he was a totally different person. And I cannot seem to understand why.

That Night

It was 1 o'clock in the morning. And the baby was sound asleep. I was awaiting Frances return, but it had been three hours since the normal time that he usually comes home. I didn't worry me whatsoever. I knew Francis could handle himself, but I wanted to talk to him.

As I laid in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about what friends could be up to. As I said he didn't worry me that he was in danger, he worried me about other things that he could be doing. Him and I discussed that we would no longer cheat on each other, but for some reason right now I couldn't stop thinking about it. Maybe this is why he's been gone for so long. Ever since I had the baby him and I haven't had sex.

But, before my dad could wander anymore, I heard the bedroom door open. A small amount of light show through, and I figure walk into the room. The figure walked into our closet, and I knew it was Francis. Francis came out of the closet a few minutes later with only sweats on. He climbed into bed with me, and I could hear him sigh. He seems stressed out. But this was the only time that I could talk to him. stressed out or not, him and I were going to talk.

Rolled over and turned on the light, which Francis is only set up in glared at me. He rolled his eyes and laid back down putting his face into the pillow.

" We need to talk."

He didn't say anything, he just groaned. He was annoyed. I could tell. He didn't want to talk, but we had to.

" Beverly, fuck off. I don't really care what's wrong. I'm tired, I'm annoyed. Let me sleep! We can talk tomorrow."

I got out of bed and stood up. I went over to the front of the room and turned on all the lights. Francis sat up instantly, and threw a pillow at me. Almost hitting my head. I dug down as a pillow slammed against the wall.

" turn off the fucking light, and get in the bed! It is too late for this. We will talk in the morning. I have no patience for this."

"No! We need to talk now. Either we talk tonight, or I'm taking the baby and leaving. I'm not dealing with this anymore. Clearly you don't care about him or I. You haven't been around ever since he was born. We never talk anymore, we never hang out anymore. You need to decide what you want. You seem so excited before the baby came, and right after I had the baby you didn't seem to care about him, or me. Is there another woman I should know about? What is going on?"

" i'm sorry, but there has been a lot going on. I don't hate you, or the baby. It's just what it represents. I'm scared that somethings going to happen to one of you. After seeing him, it worries me. I would hate to have him take in one day, and find him dead on our doorstep the next. I figured if I distance myself, I wouldn't be as hurt. And maybe you guys will be in as much danger. I never meant to hurt you, and I never meant to hurt him. I'm extremely sorry. I haven't been seeing another woman, I've been hanging out at the docks. I guess it never occurred to me how you were feeling. I've just been drinking, and taking care of business."

I looked at Francis come and I honestly felt sorry for him. I walked over and hugged him. He hugged me back and kiss me on the lips. It has been a long month, but hopefully everything will change tomorrow.

" you need to spend some time with him. Even though he's only a month, he can tell who you are. You're his father, you need to spend some time with him. I don't want him growing up without a relationship with you."

This is not a comma in both him and I crawled into bed after I turned out the light. He wrapped his arm around me and pull me close. It felt so normal to be back to this. To be back in his arms, and to finally be happy with him. A few months ago him and I were doing good. And I'm happy that we're back at the spot once more.