His Estranged Mate

Chapter 13: Not an orphan!

Catrina

It still manages to shock me and I gasp at the feel of hearing her words. Her acceptance, her claim on me, makes me feel complete as if I found the missing piece of my existence.

I am pulled into her arms and I go eagerly, wanting to believe her, wanting to really believe that this is my mother. I finally found my mother. I am no longer an orphan.

The wetness on my cheeks makes itself known when my mother pulls back and wipes my cheeks. I didn't even realise that I am crying.

A tug on my hair makes me realise that Cayden has walked up to me. He wraps both of his arms around me and my, our mother and then pulls us closer.

"You are my brother." My voice reflects with the wonder I feel at this revelation. I found both my mother and brother because of this stupid date. I feel like laughing as well as crying at the same time.

Cayden chuckles at my wonderstruck compliment and then once again tugs at my hair.

"I always used to dream about you and these fiery curls but couldn't guess who you were," he says laughing at his own words. I feel a little awkward of his statement wondering how could he dream about me when he didn't even know me.

"Let's discuss this inside your home, can we? My m... wife shouldn't be standing for long periods of time," says the one who caught me. He looks at me and then turns to stare at Connor who's literally looking like a fish.

It's then I realise that I am still in yesterday's clothes, probably looking like I've just woken up with a bird's nest as my hair and the biggest thing being that they know Connor and that I was literally running out of his house. What would they be thinking about me? And how do they know Connor?

All these questions pour into my mind so fast that I feel a little breathless on the onslaught. Only when I am being pulled into the house by Cayden do I come back to reality.

What should I do? How do I react?

Walking silently behind Cayden and debating about my next step about all this mess, I watch the new man, whose name I still don't know, pull his wife on the couch and then settle beside her. He then without any pause removes her shoes and then lifts up her legs to place them in his lap. He then starts massaging her swollen feet. The look of pure love and devotion in his eyes for his wife while the wife is caressing her pregnant belly and murmuring things about how the baby knows when her father is touching her mom and shows it by kicking and rolling around inside is overwhelming.

The effortless coordination between the couple makes my yearning go deep and I feel my nose tingling. I look away from the couple not wanting to intrude in their private moment when my gaze collides with Connor.

He was watching me all along and the realisation makes me yearn more but I try to conceal it as much as possible. I have a new mess, a much bigger one to sort out right now instead of Connor's and mine's estranged relationship.

"So, how do you know Connor?" asks my newfound biological mother. I turn to look at her hopeful expression and my anxiety turns up a notch.

"Uh... I... He was my high school friend," is the only thing that comes out and I let out a breath. God! This feels like an interrogation.

"Oh, so this is where you grew up?" asks my mother excitedly and I understand her concern. She wants to know all about me. I feel the same and most of all I want to ask her why she gave me away. She kept Cayden then why did she give me away?

"No, actually..."

"No. We studied in Silver Oak High in the Upper East of the Blue Moon town," explains Connor interrupting me and I frown at his use of the old term for my hometown. It's now called as the Samfiol Hills but earlier it was a part of this Blue Moon town. It later got separated as a new town.