"W-what?" I stammered.
My heart was racing at his question. His simple, innocent question. The question I was terrified of for years.
"I wanted to know who my daddy is," smiled Andre. He was so innocent.
"W- would you like to maybe meet him tomorrow?" I sighed.
"Maybe," mumbled Andre.
That was not the response I expected. I expected a scream on joy, or anything. Just not that.
"Well why not?" I asked quietly.
I bit my lip go hold the tears that were soon to come.
"Because he made you cry," he said bravely.
"He loves you so much," I whispered.
"My mommy comes first," he said stubbornly.
Did Alex deserve to meet his son? The damn bastard that broke my heart deserved nothing. Yet again, he's only human.
"I love you Andre," I sighed.
"I love you too mommy,"
