Loving my Ex

Chapter 36: I can't

POV ni Tristan

I was sitting on their couch waiting for Paris when suddenly, this familiar kid went downstairs. He was scratching his eyes, looks like he just woke up.

"Ate, Jill. I gotta pee!" he shouted, not yet realizing I was there. And when he did, "Hi. Are you mom's friend?" he asked.

I was just there, sitting. Currently digging in my deepest mind, where did I see him.

And who is his mom?

"You're the man from Jollibee, right?" he inquired when I didn't speak. And that answered my first question. He's the smart kid back in Jollibee. I went there right after I aarived back in the Philippines.

"Hey?" he was already frowning.

"Oh. Yeah. I remember. You're the kid who kicked me out my table." I answered smiling.

"That is my table." He said. He's really one smartass. "So, are you mom's friend?"

"Yes, baby. He's my friend." Paris answered for me. She's already halfway down the stairs.

Wait. Is this his son? How? When? With whom?

"Baby, I brought you your jolly hotdog. It's in the kitchen." she said then Lucas, his son, came running in the kitchen.

"Explain." I told her when she sat down on the couch in front of me.

"He's my son. That's all."

I leaned to the center table to get closer. "I can see that. I mean, how? When? With whom?" I asked.

"How? I had sex. When? Five years ago. Who? Someone I didn't know." she answered, not giving much fuss about it like she's just stating that it's raining outside.

"You got pregnant by someone you don't know?" my voice raised.

"Yes. Does that made you disgust me? The door is open. You can leave now."

She looked hurt. I didn't mean that, this thing doesn't bite a bit of my love for her! "No, Paris. That's not what I mean. I-I was just shocked. You didn't tell me about it. Sorry."

"Do I need to tell you?"

"Well, you could have just tell me. I'm willing to be the child's father." I said, sincerely.

She looked shocked with what I just said. "What?"

"I said, I could take him as mine. Paris, I'm more than willing to be your son's father."

"You'll be my dad?" Lucas said, holding the pack of fries.

"No. Leave now." she stood and opened the door. "You're not going to be his father."

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POV ni Paris

"Mom! Who is he? Why does he says he wants to be my dad?"

"Please, baby. Go to your room."

He kissed my cheeks and got up the stairs.

I wiped the tears running down my face.

What the hell? I've had all the opportunity to tell him. But I didn't. I just. . . .can't.