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Mark’s face was priceless. I would have burst out laughing if this wasn’t serious. You get my drift right? He actually had the guts to ask me if I was sure that he was the father. No Mark, Santa’s the father. Of course, I’m sure. He took a seat not far from and watched as Michael stuck out his tiny hand and grabbing my long hair. I smiled lovingly at him; it didn’t register to me for a second that Mark asked me if he could hold him. To tell you the truth I was reluctant but the look on his face pleaded with me; so, I handed him Michael. I had tears to my eyes once again, as I watched Mark looking at Michael and holding him like a precious china doll. He was afraid of dropping him. Hey, I had just gone through a emotional pregnancy. I can be emotional once more. Michael opened his blue sparkly eyes I think Mark was slightly surprised. Duh! He said the baby looked a lot like me except for the eyes. I didn’t think so. Michael reminded me of his father very much. It wouldn’t surprise me if he grew up to be a heartbreaker just like his father. I had to ask him a question that had been on my mind all these months. “Why?” He knew that I was speaking of that night. He said he didn’t know. Well there goes my heart again. I blurted out that Louise was only using him for his money. I could tell he didn’t believe me. I told him that he was a fool to believe her twisted lies and marrying her was going to be the biggest mistake of his life. He just handed Michael back and told me that I was just being jealous. ME?! Jealous?! He left the room before I could make a sound, leaving me and Michael alone in the dimmed room. I placed the baby in his incubator after feeding him and I laid in my bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking. Few months had passed and today was Mark’s wedding day. I was dressed in a pale purple long sleeved top with jeans on. I was currently dressing my son in his clothes. I had never seen Mark since that day at the hospital. I placed Michael in his bouncer and blew a strand of hair away from my face taking in the surroundings around me. My stuff had been packed up. I quit as a dancer to look after Michael full time. I was moving away from London. I couldn’t bear to stay where Mark was. The others had left for the church half an hour ago. They pleaded with me to tell Mark how I felt for him before it was too late. I looked at my son kicking his legs about, he wasn’t going to see his father after this so I decided to give Mark one last chance before I left for good. I picked Michael up, grabbed my car keys and made my way to my silver BMW. I placed Michael in his car seat on the passenger seat and made sure he was secure. I checked my blue and silver watch to see the time. I swore out loud when I saw that the wedding just started so I ran to the other side of the car and hopped into the driver’s seat before shutting the door. I prayed that I would make it in time. |