“Baby, I have to tell you something,” Luciana played with her fingers, another nervous habit of hers. She raised her eyes up, to look at the three-years old who was looking expectantly at her. “How on Earth do I tell him this?” she thought to herself.
It's a good thing JK left last night, because the heavy down pour outside, would have made him stay for breakfast and she really doesn't know what she'd have said or done, if Michael came out to see a stranger in their house.
“Mummy?” She broke out of her thoughts, to see her son already in front of her with a fallen look on his face. “What's wrong mummy?”
“Nothing is wrong,” she felt so bad, that she let her problems affect her son, he was far still too little to worry about daddy issues. Her will to tell him starts to waver but she k
