Wanted: Husband (ManxMan)

Chapter Two

Rory came right out from his bedroom to the kitchen as I placed the last plate on the table. A beaming smile pestered on his face as he walks around the table and wraps his arms around my waist. "Hey dad." I ruffled his hair and kissed his hair.

"Hey mate." He tiptoed on me and kissed me on my cheeks. "I bought you some orange juice." I say picking the box of orange juice then pour down some on his waiting glass.

"Thanks, dad." he smiles before digging in on his pancakes I cooked for him. That's his favourite. I grab the paper bags on the table, placing them to the counter before getting all what I bought out of it. Looking over to Rory, I chuckled as I saw his face with some syrup on his cheek. He looks on my direction and shots me a questioning glare. I just waved him off and made my way out of the kitchen to my bedroom to take a bathe.

After half an hour on the shower plus another couple of minutes on choosing and wearing my clothes, Rory jumps his body on my bed and I raise my brow at him. "What is it, Rory?" I ask taking a seat next to him on the bed.

"Nothing dad." He stated with a mixed of loneliness in his voice. Instead of dropping a hint on his loneliness, but too late, he shrugged himself and places his both hands under his head.

"Something is bothering you, Rory. You can tell me anything and you know I'm a good listener, too." I say enthusiastically hoping he will speak for his thoughts. There were thoughts raining on my head on what my son was confused all about. If it wouldn't be sports or any school activities, maybe it's about something he wants but he can't have. Or someone he wants but he can't have them. It's a choice for me not for him. Rory is waiting for my decision. But he doesn't know how scared I am.

The movement on the bed brought me back to the present. Rory sat down next to me and smiled genuinely. "I want to meet him."

Him? "Who's him, Rory?" I asked curiously. Did he talked to mum and told him about Lucas? Please God no.

Sooner they will meet though. Why am I feeling so intense and so affected by it? I mean, we're done years ago and I had moved on.

Or did I?

"Your husband, dad. Why didn't you tell me about him?" He asks making me wide my eyes.

My husband?! Seriously? "I'm not mad, dad, if you're worried about it. So," he trailed winking his brows at me. "That's the reason why you don't date other men, eh? Well I'm glad you didn't, dad. You're not a cheater and you're not going to do that, too, for me and for our family, right?"

Before I blink my eyes and form a sentence in my mind, the doorbell rings loudly in the entire house making Rory, jump happily, and me, feeling nervous, stand up with wide eyes. "I'll get it!" Rory enthusiastically clasps his both hands in front of his chest before running out of my room.

From the distant sound his footsteps making, my heart beat races from chest and my mind is going insane. What am I going to do? Why do they have to ruin this perfect life I and Rory have? Why on earth is he even doing here? Should I know his reasons?

What's the point of knowing his reasons? I really don't care. If I don't really care, why am I acting like this? I keep telling myself that I am done with him and his f****d up promises.

Keep telling. Funny thought. If a person really had moved on from his past, he shouldn't be reminiscing the lessons and keep telling himself what he should do because he already knows in his self that he totally moved on.

I'm still into him, right? How his memories making me feel like this after years of his absence? I'm still attached to him. And the place, I accidentally made through yesterday, made his presence even more conflicting to my senses.

I am longing for him. Yes, I am.

This isn't just about me. This is for Rory. Same reason and I am determined to do it. Am I?

Why do I have so many questions in my head?

"Levy?" My mum's voice echoed the whole room making me shift my feet towards the door where she is standing classily with her old pink bag hanging on her shoulder and her sweet motherly smile pestered on her face.

I, forced myself to smile not wanting her see me breaking slowly because of my own thoughts, and walk slowly to her, taking her into my arms into a tight embrace. Her smell reminds me of the good old days. Those good old days where I found myself broken and her shoulders were the only place I felt comfortable and safe. Where I felt I am truly loved and never betrayed. Where I felt special.

Her arms wrapped around me and the warmth its sending to my body hold the pieces trying to escape my solid body, giving me temporary wall from everything that trying to attack me, especially my own thoughts and his presence.

He's already here.

"What are you doing up here, Lev? You should've been the one to open the door." She scolded smiling after pulling away from our little reunion hug. "But it was better, though."

"Rory is a runner, mum." I joke. She nodded on me.

"I kept pushing you to do some sports back then but you didn't try. I'm glad my Rory did." I rolled my eyes taking her into the hallway. "I wanted to lift him but he insisted that he's heavy."

"I told you."

"Have you?"

"You're really getting old. I'm proud to myself I gave you a grandson." I teased and we both laughed until we got downstairs.

"Dad!" Rory yelled happily making me look in his way. He was being carried by a tall, muscular man with a clean cut hair, and a pair of blue eyes.

My wide smile from laughing dropped instantly when we both locked eyes. My world stopped from spinning and my breath stopped. My whole body is shaking.

This isn't happening or really is it?

"Levy." His lips moved and that voice never changed after years. The same voice ranged in my ear multiple times saying sweet words and making promises. The same voice that I heard breaking my heart and trust. The same voice I cursed I don't want to hear anymore. But the same voice I'm hearing right now making my heart race in my chest again. Still sending shivers down to my spine. Still making my whole system dysfunctional in a moment.

He's the one who hurt me and made me suffer from his bullshit memories. I am not going to let his presence affect me again. I will never let him.

"Dad, you alright?" I blink and take a deep breathe calming myself from doing brutal in front of everyone before smiling at Rory, totally ignoring Lucas.

"I'm just tired from laughing with your old grandma."

"I'm not that old, Lev!" Mum slapped my shoulder making me winced at pain. "Come, Rory. Help me in the kitchen."

I frowned at mum and send her a questioning look. I mouthed "seriously" and she nodded, ignored me and get Rory from Lucas before they made their way into the kitchen leaving me and Lucas alone in the living room.

"Aren't you going to give me a welcome hug, sweetheart?" I made a bitter face at him. What the heck? Really? He smirks at me when he saw my expression.

"Yeah, dad, give papa a hug!" I turn my head to the kitchen door and saw Rory smiling at me before winking at Lucas.

"Come on sweetheart. I missed you so much." Lucas spread his both arms. I walk slowly to him, smiling evilly then check Rory if he's still watching.

Thankfully, Rory was gone!

I put my arms around Lucas' neck and smile at him evilly before kicking his groin with my knee making him yell in pain.

"What's that? What happened?" Rory rushed over to us but I stopped him from getting nearer to us.

"Oh your papa needs to pee. His kidneys are full he couldn't hold it any longer and unfortunately, I accidentally hit one of his kidney when I was trying to jump and hug him tightly." Lucas raised his hand but I elbowed him making him grunt again. "He really needs to go. Right sweetheart?"

"Y-yeah." He painfully answered before walking away from still holding his groin.

That was a quite good kick, I guess. I should've tried karate before maybe I had given him a better welcome right now if only I did karate. I smiled to myself.

I pushed Rory to the kitchen and saw mum already seated. Rory run around the table taking the seat next to an empty one. I raised my brow at him, sending a questionable look. "I saved it for papa." He said smiling, placing his both hands on the table.

"Alright." I shrug. I pull the chair next to mum and take a sit. Mum cleared her throat making me look into her direction. "Mum?"

"I don't want to think the other way, Lev." I tilted my head, confused.

"What?"

She slaps my shoulder before saying, "The welcome treatment you showed to Lucas. Old lies."

"He deserves it." I roll my eyes.

"He is but not his balls you'll be having every night of his stay here." I widen my eyes and almost choke on my own saliva on the bluntness of my mother.

"My son is sitting with us, mum! And a big NO I am having those! For God sake, mum!"

"Oi, don't blaspheme!"

"Don't ever talk things like that in front of my son!" I look horrified to Rory. "You," I pointed my finger on him, "didn't hear any unnecessary words from this old lady."

"Your mother is right, though." Lucas' voice came from my back before walking around the table and takes the empty seat between mum and Rory. "That hurts."

"Serves right." I said evilly and saw pain in his eyes. I am feeling guilty inside on what I did to him. Feeling guilty? He didn't even felt it before. why should I feel guilty about what I did? I shrug him off and tried to ignore his gaze. Rory started to talk to him and mum found an opportunity to get into their conversation.

I didn't bother them with their conversation instead I focused on my food until my phone started to ring repeatedly on my pocket making everyone turn their heads to me. "Excuse me, I need to answer this." was all I said before exiting the room straight to the back door where the pool is resting.

I fished out my phone and frowned when I see it's not a call but my alarm. I pressed the stop button before sitting on the edge of the pool and soaked my feet on the cold water. I rested my both hands on the edge then looked down to my reflection. The bright sky illuminated clearly my own reflection.

What did I did wrong back then for him to hurt me? Am I not enough for him? He told me he loved me so much and he wouldn't hurt me or leave me alone. What happened to that? Tears started to form on my eyes as my reflection changes into the young Levy I was once. The young Levy that was happy with his family. The young Levy who was innocent and ignorant of everything. The young Levy who he made special every day. And the young Levy he broke into million pieces and leave alone without any explanations or any acceptable reasons.

Even if I tried to move my feet under water to erase the image, it didn't help. Levy is still staring at me with tears flowing down his both cheeks. He's hurting and I can feel the pain...