35\u2013He Wants His Son Now\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeline:\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAre they okay?\u201d Baxter asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I walked out of the kids\u2018 room and headed toward the terrace where he was waiting.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re taking a nap,\u201d I replied tiredly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I could only imagine the pain the other mothers were feeling, especially those who had no idea how to get help for their children.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll find a cure. Don\u2019t worry,\u201d Baxter said, trying to comfort me even though we had no idea how we were going to do that.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t you think we\u2019re a little late? It\u2019s been days, and all we\u2019re doing is interviewing the kids, making them relive the dreams and then what?\u201d I asked hesitantly as my eyes filled with tears. \u201cI nearly had a heart attack seeing my daughter like that.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd then we\u2019ll put all the pieces together and figure out what\u2019s going on. I\u2019m sure the dreams play an important role in this illness,\u201d Baxter reassured me, leaning back slightly against the railing of the balcony with his arms folded across his chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was a small balcony with a view of the mountains and the buildings beyond.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know, Baxter. My kids are my everything. Just the thought of them in pain is killing me,\u201d I said, gripping the railing tighter as I tried to hold back my tears.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Baxter stood across from me with his arms still folded while I faced the mountains.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI know,\u201d he replied softly. \u201cAnd I\u2019m really sorry for what I said the other day. You\u2019ve done an amazing job raising them. They\u2019re great kids.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hearing Baxter say that made me turn my head toward him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI mean it,\u201d he continued. \u201cYou\u2019re a good mother. You came back to the place you never wanted to return to\u2013all for your kids,\u201d he added, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere with a faint smile.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout our earlier disagreement, I\u2019m sorry if I made you feel a certain way by dating your sister,\u201d he you were gone, and she was really there for me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He kept mentioning her, and my body twitched. Still, I forced myself to act indifferent.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s okay. I\u2019m not mad that you\u2019re dating her,\u201d I said, lying through clenched teeth.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t want him to break up with her. It was their life, and what\u2019s done was done.\u00a0<\/p>\n
e began. \u201cBut\u00a0<\/p>\n
He had already made it clear that she meant a lot to him. As for me, I\u2019d been through the pain alone. I guess there was no going back to our friendship anymore.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cActually, for what it\u2019s worth, I\u2019m reassuring you, she\u2019s changed,\u201d he added.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Once again, he brought up how different she was now. I didn\u2019t know why it angered me so much every time he\u00a0<\/p>\n
said that.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Maybe because he never faced her cruelty or her bullying. I was the one who did. So every time he spoke like he understood, it hit a nerve.\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
But I ignored it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not asking you to break up with her,\u201d I said quickly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I must have sounded sharper than I meant to, because he shot back just as fast.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not breaking up with her either. In fact, I\u2019m getting engaged to her,\u201d he stated.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned my head, staring at him in silence.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought you guys were already engaged,\u201d I asked, and he shook his head.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI used to call her my fianc\u00e9e, but she\u2019s just my girlfriend. For the past few months, we\u2019ve been planning an engagement ceremony,\u201d he explained, glancing away. His head was down, and he only lifted his eyes slightly to gauge my reaction.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWell then, congratulations,\u201d I replied, and the bitterness slipped through.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWill you be a part of the engagement if we invite you?\u201d he asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was like every time I thought there might be a little hope, just a small chance that any of these alphas could act reasonably, they proved me wrong. They were all idiots.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Baxter. You have my wishes, but that\u2019s it,\u201d I stated bitterly, crossing my arms over my chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t understand why you\u2019re acting this way. I mean, I\u2019d want my child to be a part of my engagement,\u201d Baxter said.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And then it slipped out of his mouth. My head snapped toward him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cJust repeat that one more time. I guess I didn\u2019t hear you right,\u201d I demanded, almost like a challenge.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He tilted his head slightly, shaking it in disbelief.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh my God, Baxter, you\u2019re just unbelievable!\u201d I hissed, emotions rushing back as we started arguing again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat? I don\u2019t care about the rules you made!\u201d he fired back, unfolding his arms and straightening his back as his voice rose. \u201cWhat the hell does that even mean\u2013that I can\u2019t call my child\u00a0<\/p>\n
my child?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you never wanted the child! You were the dne who was going to offer me a lady to help with an abortion. What the hell do you mean you want to be called a daddy?\u201d I screamed at Baxter.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His eyes widened, anger filling them. He wasn\u2019t just offended, he was shocked that I was questioning him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u2018Because I want to be a part of my boy\u2019s life! I don\u2019t care what I said in the past!\u201d he shouted, making my mouth fall open.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, that\u2019s not going to happen. That\u2019s never going to happen! You didn\u2019t want the baby. You hated the idea of being a father!\u201d I yelled back\u00a0<\/p>\n
The wind suddenly began to whip across our faces. He had the same furious look I was sure I had on mine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou came to us suggesting that one of us was the father, you weren\u2019t even sure which one! How did you expect an alpha to feel about that? I wasn\u2019t even certain the baby was mine! And then I told you the final choice would be yours!\u201d he shouted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was ready to hit him back. I had replayed that whole conversation so many times over the years that I remembered every word.\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you said the decision was mine but that you\u2019d never give the baby your name. The same name you\u2019re crying, over now,\u201d I fired back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The guilt on his face was immediate. His shoulders relaxed, his arms twitched, and his eyes lowered for a few seconds before he looked at me again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, I lied, okay? I wanted to be a part of the baby\u2019s life,\u201d he hissed, his hands on his waist again as he faced me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s too late for that,\u201d I muttered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As my voice lowered, his hands slipped from his waist.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to be a part of his life, Madeline. I want to be.\u201d This time, he didn\u2019t shout. He spoke softly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, sadly, there\u2019s another person in your life who didn\u2019t want the kid to live. And I don\u2019t care how many times you say she\u2019s changed. As a mother, I have every right to keep my child safe. And since I\u2019m not even here permanently, I don\u2019t know what you expect thinking you could be part of Bodhi\u2019s life,\u201d I said quietly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A single tear slid down my cheek.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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