THE INTENDED

Episode 3

"What do you mean it's my fault when we both forgot?" I cursed Greg in my head as Carson screamed in the background, watching whatever cartoon that was.

"You are his mother, your first priority should have been your son in all this mess, but you're selfish and only think of yourself." Greg, who in the past seven years of our acquaintance has never raised his voice at me, suddenly did. I stood motionless and just frowned at the cellphone in my hand. For a moment I wished I could just reach in and grab his shinny rich people's hair and pull it out clean. I swear I would f**k this guy up real good if he thought I was one of those stupid-ass bimbos who took everything like they didn't have a brain. If he had said that in person, I would probably have punched him square in the face.

"Don't ever talk to me like that again, I'm not your employee nor am I your child or somebody you just met on the streets." I replied calmly instead. Enunciating each word like I was talking to a child.

"..."

Greg kept quiet, like he seemed to evaluate his choice of words and went with silence instead. Good. I wasn't too keen on driving across town all the way to his office just to f**k him up.

"Now, how about we both find some time next week and talk about this calmly...." I suggested. I didn't want him to think it was okay to just drop in unannounced in my mommy moments. I had to prepare my mind for some people's energies.

"Fine" he muttered then hang up. I blinked, confused, was that it...?

What an asshole, I thought.

"Mom"! Carson shrieked at the top of his lungs in flight and I rushed there, only to find him hanging on by the edge of the couch a second from falling off. If his voice wasn't so scared, I would find the situation funny and let him just fall off.

Instead, I reached for him just as his head almost hit the floor. My poor hip bone taking the most impact and I groaned at the pain. When I was sure he was safe and settled properly, I turned behind the couch and just keeled over in pain, screaming silently.

Fuck I thought, gritting my teeth from the pain.

"Mommy, are you okay?"

"Yes love, mommy just needs a minute." I looked over to see him sadly looking my way.

"Mom, can I get you something?" Carson moved off the couch to the back where I was kneeling in agony.

"I'm fine my love, just give me a second", I shooed him off with a smile, knowing the pain wouldn't last a few more seconds.

"Are you sure you don't need medicine to make you sleep like daddy does?" Carson pouted with a cute glare while I raised an eyebrow at the information I had unwillingly received.

Now that was concerning, or rather interesting, I should add. Pretty boy couldn't sleep. Guess its true what people say about the rich, huh? I chuckled to myself and ruffled Carson's hair.

"What would you like to do today, love?" I asked instead, and just like that, Christmas came early as my son's brown eyes just lit up in glee.

""I want us to go to the slides. Ivy's dad is taking her today as well. You should meet her dad, his awesome mom, and Oh, can we go to the fair in the next town after the slides please. I asked dad yesterday, and he said he was busy, but then he says he's busy all the time, so I never go and...." He rumbled on in true child fashion.

Carson, I had come to learn, liked to talk. The kid could go on and on if uninterrupted. Which was odd considering neither Greg nor I had much talking skills. Heck, the kid could talk for both of us combined. I had yet to meet Greg's other relatives to find his copy. Or maybe it was from my family.

"Honey, calm down. And yes, we can go to the slides and wherever else you want us to go", I assured him calmly while smiling at his cute dance up and down before he rushed to his room, to, I presume, take a bath and change his pajamas. Now I needed a change of clothes too.

An hour later, we stood by a water park where a couple of happy families lingered around having fun and everything. Carson was all hyper, pulling me wherever he saw something that interested him. He insisted we try out everything together and I honestly had fun. It was a wonderful and refreshing experience for me. Growing up in an orphanage, I was surrounded by a lot of children, but I never really felt like I was one of them. I was always the lone child, the one who distanced themselves from the rest, intentionally, of course, in my stead.

It's interesting to know that Carson is a people person, and won't be lonely in the future. He literally made friends with everyone wherever we went, and I was the awkward parent lagging behind. He giggles snapped me from my repressed self. He stood with another curly-haired little girl. If she wasn't a girl, I would swear they were brothers. They had such similar features, it was crazy.

The child, I realized, stood beside a Caucasian male with stunning features. I rushed to the three when I remembered Carson was my child and was standing with a stranger.

Parenting manuals came late, in my case, it seemed.

"Mom, this is my friend from school, Ivy and her dad" Carson, my outgoing son, introduced, I looked at his excited face and then his little friend. Said friend turned out to be quite pretty. The little girl looked about the same age as my son. I noticed the lack of light normally found in children's eyes, like she was just, I don't know. Couldn't put my finger on it.... I noticed she had mixed blood like Carson. She did, however, look nothing like her dad. In fact, she reminded me of someone. I just couldn't remember who though.

When I had greeted the small one, I put on my best public smile, The one Greg's people had drilled into me for seven years and looked at the man.

"Oh hello, i'm Zuri. Carson's mom". I spoke politely, extending my hand for a handshake. The man nodded, shook my hand and then gave a faint smile in response. Honestly, he looked like he was in the wrong place, most likely dragged here by his daughter too.

"I'm Dylan, Ivy's dad." Okay, so he was super cute. Dylan had really dark hair. I could tell it was his natural color because he had really strong eye color, like an original Caucasian man. He was two or three inches taller than me and had pretty gray eyes that almost looked blue in the sun. His lips were really cherry red, and they were chapped. Like he had bitten them way too much and they were upset.

Honestly, I wouldn't mind him in my bed at all. He was quite a looker.