Wrong Injection

Chapter 61

After feeding and putting Liam to sleep, I asked Sultan to pick up some feeding bottles from the nearest shop so I could express some breast milk for Liam. As I packed Liam's belongings into his bag, anxiety began to creep in. I was leaving for Ghana later that night and didn't want to risk missing my flight. The minutes ticked by slowly, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me when Sultan walked through the door with the bottles. "How many did you get?" I asked, still busy packing.

"Ten of them," he replied.

"Not bad," I said, appreciating the effort he put into getting a decent number for baby Liam.

I methodically pumped my breast milk into each bottle, and Sultan assisted me in carefully packing them into Liam's bag. Once we were done, he carried the bag to his car, and I followed with Liam sleeping in my arms. "Can you help me with the door?" I asked.

"Yeah right." He opened the back seat, and I carefully secured Liam in his baby seat before shutting the door.

As I turned to head back into the house, Sultan caught my hand and expressed his gratitude. "Thank you so much for today, Milani." His sincerity was palpable, and I responded with a nod and a gentle smile.

"Please don't forget to keep the milk in the refrigerator. Although, I'm not entirely sure if that's the right way to store it, so it's best to consult a doctor or someone knowledgeable about it." I offered some advice. However, I soon realized he wasn't paying attention to my words; instead, he was lost in my eyes, his gaze holding a depth that made me look away.

"I've got to go," I said, but before I could leave, Sultan pulled me into a tight embrace, taken me aback. "What are you doing?" I demanded, my eyes locked on his, a mix of surprise and annoyance swirling within me.

"I know you're angry at me Lani, but a part of you still wants me," he said boldly, his words grating on my nerves. I swiftly broke free from his hold, my anger simmering just below the surface.

"Who do you think you are?" I snapped, my voice low and even, my nostrils flaring with indignation. Sultan remained silent, his eyes watching me warily.

"Look, don't mistake my kindness towards your son for weakness," I continued, my words spilling out in a rush. "I'm a mother who feels sorry for a child who's lost his mother too soon. I'm trying to help Liam, not you. And nothing else. So don't get it twisted, Sultan. I'm done with you. I don't want anything to do with your cold, insensitive self ever again. But I'll always be here for Liam. If there's anything I can do to help him, don't hesitate to reach out." With that, I turned and walked away, my anger and hurt still simmering beneath the surface.