THE INTENDED

Episode 2

Days later, the divorce was finalized, and we were legally divorced. In court, we argued about irreconcilable differences and were granted divorce, immediately. The shocker, however, was receiving half of his wealth. Not that I was even remotely interested in using any of his money to begin with, but I planned on putting everything in his son's name. I didn't even remotely care about whether his family would chew my head out for stealing his wealth or any of that s**t. I was only all too happy just not being a part of that world anymore.

As of now, rest and motherhood will do just fine with my time. My next contract was scheduled to start in the following two weeks, but my best friend suggested we go out on a girls' trip and just get wasted. But I was hoping I could actually spend the week with the small one first. Carson had agreed to stay over for the entire week and, luckily, his father was okay with it. He was coming over in the next hour or so and I wanted to make the most of it. Needed to get out of my pajamas first then start clearing up all my mess. My apartment was a mess and I intended on cleaning up first. I was rarely home, so my place tended to gather dust and all else in no time.

Speaking of Carson, Greg was calling.

"Hello". I held my breath, hoping he wasn't calling to cancel.

"You can come and pick him up, we are outside the apartment," Greg announced.

Straight to the point as always. I didn't even bother with a response and just made a run for it. A lot of steps later and I was standing outside my apartment building. Carson had never been to my place before, and I was kind of antsy. The father and I were from two different social circles. I made my money and was of humble beginnings, but Greg, damn, was the guy from money, and not just any money, but old money. Heck, the guy didn't burt an eye when the court announced I would get half his assets. Which, I suspected, was his doing. Guy didn't take no for an answer after all.

"Mom"!!! Carson yelled as he ran towards me at full speed. My cold heart melted at the little guy's enthusiasm.

"Hey buddy", I picked him up and just held him to me. I had seen him a day ago, but that still didn't feel enough. If anything, I actually miss him more now.

"I want to go to the park, and then we should go to the beach and my friend says the..." Carson went at it mile a minute like we did not have an entire week to spend together. He wanted everything and bless his little heart, I would try to do all those things with him and more.

"Yes baby, we will go to the park and then the zoo and any other place you would like us to go to, yeah?" I chuckled, running my fingers through his curly brown hair. It was long, and I wondered if the father was too busy to take him for a hair cut, or he just preferred it like that.

A cough reminded me that we were not alone. Greg stood by his car looking like the millionaire he was. He looked good as usual. I can admit that he looked good in anything. A white shirt and jeans. Just a simple look in general, nothing fancy, but then Greg could pull off a sack, I swear. The look was completed with black sunglasses over his eyes and a slight smirk, barely there but there nonetheless. He, as always, put my looks to shame, in a white top and shorts pajama set that I had owned for years now. I didn't stand a chance.

"...not that I was looking for chances", I told myself, rolling my eyes internally.

"Hey buddy, I have to leave now, but you will let me know when I can pick you up" he announced, coming so close as Carson was still in my arms. Reflectively, I stepped back. Greg glared at me looking very offended, and I quickly pulled Carson to the front of my body, closer to his father, so they could be at arms length. Honestly, he just caught me off guard. Greg and I were rarely in close vicinity of each other. Mostly, the times we had to do it was in public settings, so we weren't the closest of buddies. Now, however, we don't have to anymore, so it was weird being this close to him.

Carson turned back to look at the father and nodded in understanding. Then he stuck his head back in the crock of my neck. I smiled slightly and looked at Greg, who just kept staring too.

"You can call me anytime you want to come back home, yeah..." he repeated to Carson, but he was still glaring at me.

I purposely rolled my eyes then made for the backpack in Greg's left hand, which I assumed to be Carson's. Not sparing him a moment, I put Carson down and led him up the stairs to my one-bedroomed apartment. The stairs were slightly worn and the walls chirping a bit. It wasn't the best place to stay and, quite frankly, I never understood why I never moved from this place when I had Carson. It wasn't like I could not afford a nicer place or anything, really. Probably the sentimental value I had attached to the place, I guess. I have been here since I turned nineteen. It was my haven. My home.

"Mom, can dad come with us to the park "? Carson asked, All too innocently.

I stopped, almost missing a step. I think we might have forgotten Carson through all this divorce drama we had going on. Now that I remember, weren't we supposed to sit the kid down first and explain what was to come, the changes or something like that... God knows I don't remember Greg and I doing that with Carson.

Damn it Zuri! I cursed in my head as I turned to look how far up we had gone. Was it possible Greg was still outside? I wondered.

"Maybe next time honey, your father has to work this week". I replied hoping he wasn't the whiny type of kid. I absolutely couldn't stand tantrums. I swear life has been hard enough. I couldn't handle a kid's wrath at this point.

The week part was, so he didn't have enough time to conjure up another day within the same time frame we were going to spend together bringing his crazy father in the mix. I wanted to spend time with my child and bond as mother and son, not play happy families.