A One Night Stand With My Son

Not as easy as I thought

MRS Smith POV,

"Hand me the files that you wanted me to sign, the one about the bargain," Jacob requested.

He sounded angry, but thankfully, his anger wasn't directed towards me. I've been out at the salon for a couple of hours, and from what I remembered, I haven't done anything to upset him. But I couldn't dare ask what he was upset about, so I just went with the most appropriate statement for that moment,

"You don't need to sign it anymore, remembered? We agreed that I should give Kayla what she wants in order to save their relationship."

"There's no relationship between them anymore! It's over! I will not have him marry her. Can you believe that she insulted and slapped him?"

Yeah, I kind of do. I even made a souvenir. Here is it. Look at his face. Doesn't he look hilarious? I asked in laughter. But instead of laughing with me, Jacob became reddened,

"Delete that now, or not only will I delete it, but I will also crush your phone with my feet," he threatened.

Chill out, Honey, that was no big deal. A guy being slap on the cheek by his fiancee is very common among lovers. If it makes you feel any better, I also did it once. And that's how I got connected to my other half.

"Really? Are you kidding? You want to compare you slapping that pauper to our only child being slap by a lower-class girl?"

"Don't even get me started, If your case was reversed, knowing the kind of man your father was, he could have chopped off Larry's head."

"She should thank her stars that she's Alex's niece or else she could have seen the other side of me. These are the ones that needed signing, right?" He asked after pulling it out.

Yes, they are, but why would you still want to sign them? Aren't you mad at me as well?

"Not only am I mad, but I am highly disappointed in you. Would you have found it hilarious if it was Larry's son involved? I doubt that because you spent nearly five years mourning the death of his six years old son, and to this day, don't you still observe a memorial."

And there he goes again, always linking the present with the past. He continues,

"I am not a hypocrite like you. My family is my number one priority, even before my lover. 'And I also don't mix business with pleasure, which is why I am signing these.'

I hope you win, because if you don't, I will make you a souvenir as well, which will remind you of your foolishness for the rest of your life."

Here, "I'm done. I wish you all the best in your endeavor!"

"Ladies and gentlemen! It's Mr Jacob Smith Jr. verses, Miss Harriet Williams again!

The most competitive two in Rocksville," I quoted!

He chuckled at this statement, for this was the most chanted phrase by people around us because we were always in competition against each other. Even during our causal occasions, whenever we were spotted together, people couldn't stop chanting that.

After our wedding was announced, everyone thought that it was some kind of prank. Up until we walked down the aisle, people couldn't still believe that we were doing it. Because our lack of love for each other was so obvious. They were worried we would have a "cat and dog life," and sadly, their predictions were true.

"Yeah, not all enemies can turn into friends under circumstances."

Seeing his mood lit up, I made a request, which I probably should never have:

"Jacob, would you at least use this as an intensifier. I'm sure that if you talk some sense into her, she'll never try such a thing, please?"

"Harriet!"

He called out in an angry tone!

"How many counseling sessions or counselors did we have? Even I can not recount them because they were numerous. And yet don't we still live the "cat and dog life? If only my father had listened to me back then, I wouldn't have been stuck here with you.

You're right, Jacob, and I'm sorry, I responded in an effort to keep things calm.

I'm going to see Alex! He said, leaving the house.

"Henry! Henry....!"

I screamed his name, going from one end of the house to another. The second I laid my eyes on him, I started my sermon:

"What have you done? I thought we agreed that your father should never find out about this?"

Now he is so mad at Kayla that he has cut off your relationship. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to find someone who can reciprocate your love? Perhaps you don't know the pains of unrequited love. Let me tell you, dear, it hurts even more than physical suffering. So, I don't care what Kayla did, Love conquers all. She might be wild, but with you in her life, you could change her because you love her and she loves you too.

I'm talking about the predicament of your future, and you're relaxed?

"Aren't you at all bothered by the implications of this?

Just let me know if you are at all concerned, because obviously you don't seem!"

"Mom, I am not bothered, I don't love Kayla anymore. Perhaps I should have never liked her to begin with."

"You don't say, young man!" I witnessed and listened to you talk about how perfect your future with her could be on so many occasions.

"Mother," he said, now facing me:

"I know I did, but I was naive. Kayla is not what I initially thought she was. She had never loved me or you. In fact, just like her uncle, she considers you a nemesis. She told me to my face that I would have to choose between you two. Something that no woman has the right to request of me. I would rather remain single than tolerate such a nuisance because you're my world."

Are you angry that she led you on for this long or that she tried to compete with me?

I am sorry I didn't tell you about her obnoxious behavior from the start. I am just glad that she got exposed before any commitment was made.

I knew that things would suddenly change after that night. But what I didn't know was that it would have an effect on your love life.

I said all this to myself, but from his response, it was as though he could read my mind.

"Don't beat yourself up because you didn't warn me from the beginning or think that I am being punishment, for what it's worth, I am now able to distinguish between real love and a staged love."

He smiled, came a bit closer, then in a deep and smooth voice, he said slowly,

"I have come to feel what real love is!"

I blink twice, and I am sure my heart skipped a beat. I just hope that he didn't see through me.

So, there's another girl already? Who is she?

I asked him curiously.

He was yet to answer the question, and my heart was already racing violently with fear and enthusiasm.

I admit to promising that I would get over him, but it is not as easy as I thought it would be. Especially now that he said he has felt real love. What if it was during that night? What if he feels the same thing I feel?

What if my son is now in love with me?