Chapter 47: Chapter 47

"Please, Mommy," Erom pleaded for the nth time.

"Jace Erom," I called with a warning tone.

He pouted then bowed his head. We are now in the room, preparing for our bed when he begged me to call his father and put him to sleep next to us.

I sighed when I saw the sadness in his eyes even though he wasn't looking at me. I moved forward then carefully touched his jaw to look at his face.

"Son," I said softly. "I understand how you feel. I know you want to be with your Daddy every time but...Erom, it’s because...your Daddy and I are not married. I don't know if you can understand this but we shouldn't sleep next to each other, "I explained slowly.

"Why? I mean...we are family," he said.

I bit my lower lip and then pulled him into a hug. "Yes, he is your father. I am your mother and you are our son, but...Erom, we already separated six years ago. Yes, we are a family. But there are things that are limited now. It's hard to understand at your young age, one day you will understand everything."

"Can't you...be with each other again, Mommy?" he asked, there was an evident hope in his tone.

I didn't answer right away, not because I didn't know what to say but because I didn't want to hurt my son anymore.

"Just enjoy your time with your father, Erom. That's all you have to think about, son."

He nodded slowly and then hugged me back. "I want to stay with Daddy," he murmured. "But...I don't want to hurt you, Mom."

I stiffened from my place. Slowly, Erom broke off from our hug and looked at me. He gave me a soft smile and tried to touch my face with his tiny hand.

"I felt it, Mommy. I can clearly saw how hurt you are every time you met Daddy's eyes," he stated.

"E-Erom," I stammered, startled and amazed at the sharpness of his feeling.

Again he smiled at me sparingly. "Thank you for letting me with him, Mom. Don't worry, just give me a few more days, Mommy," he said as if he’s doing business.

I shook and took a deep breath. "Erom," I whispered and then stroked his face. "You don't have to understand me, son. We can stay here as long as you want, don't think about Mommy. I'm old, I can handle the situation," I explained.

"But..." he trailed off and lowered his gaze. "I want to stay forever with Dad, Mommy. I want us to stay here...always," he said softly.

My hand stopped in the air when I heard that from my son. I couldn’t help but be hurt for him. I stopped talking and hugged him again.

"I-I...will call your Dad. Let's..." I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Sleep together," I whispered.

I COULD surpass a corpse for lying over the past hour. I could not speak nor even opened my eyes while facing my son. Despite the large room we were occupying, I could feel myself scrambling for air around.

Damn!

I was cursing in my mind when Erom put my hand on his stomach where Valjerome's hand was also there.

"Mommy, don't be naughty. I'm sleeping," Erom murmured.

I want to object him. ‘Son, how can I not move? Do you want me not to breathe so I can’t make any noise?'

I heard Valjerome laughed on the opposite side. I was still stiff in my lying position when he removed his under my hand and he swapped our positions. His hand is now on mine.

"Sleep now, baby. Don't worry, I won't let go of your Mom's hand. Tomorrow, when you wake up, we are still hugging you," Valjerome said.

He was still not satisfied with what he did and even knotted our fingers. I stiffened and tried to calm my aching chest.

"Goodnight, Daddy," Erom uttered.

"Goodnight, son," Valjerome replied.

"Goodnight, Mommy," my son said next.

I bit my inside cheek and cleared my throat. I even acted stunned.

"Goodnight, my prince," I said with a groggy voice.

Next time, I will be an actress.

I even tried to simply remove my hand from Valjerome's grip but he wouldn't let that happen. I couldn't help but stare at him and secretly sneered.

He didn't even bother to move his hand instead he smiled at me and tightened our entangled fingers.

Damn, this freaking jerk! Why did I let him sleep with us?

He even pretended to be sleepy and squeezed himself onto my son even harder.

"I love you so much," I heard him whisper.

I couldn't move nor react to his words. I don’t know if he meant to make us hear that or what, my attention just returned when I felt the gentle caress of his thumb on my hand.

That took a few minutes. It’s funny to think that I didn’t make any objection while he was doing that. I don't know why, but somehow, it calmed my thoughts.

Slowly, I felt dazed. I don't know what else he did because I was slowly swallowed up by drowsiness.

"I love you..."

The last thing I felt was his lips touched on my forehead before I finally fell asleep.

THE NEXT DAY I woke up with a faint giggle. I smiled with narrowed eyes and hugged my son.

"You woke up early, my prince," I said hoarsely.

"It's not early, Mommy. It's sunny," I heard him answer.

My forehead furrowed slightly when I heard his voice in the other direction. Even before I woke up, a hand was wrapped around my waist. Immediately, I was startled because it was heavy. My jaw literally dropped when I saw Valjerome on my side.

Gradually his eyes opened to meet mine immediately. "Goodmorning," he greeted with his bedroom voice.

I blinked a few times as I stared at his face just inches away from me. He was about to kiss my forehead when I pushed him quickly.

"Fvck!" he swore once he fell to the floor.

"Daddy!" Erom quickly attended to his side and help him to stand up. "You're bad, Mommy," he said as he pouted at me.

My mouth parted in disbelief.

"What? I am the bad one? Your Daddy said a bad word," I insisted and fixed my bedhead.

Erom raised his eyebrow then looked at his father. "Fvck is a bad word, Daddy?" he asked innocently.

I glared at Valjerome when he glanced at me. Instead of being scared, he let out a small laugh and then bent down to level at my son.

"No, baby. It means delicious," he said.

For the nth time, my jaw dropped. I quickly grabbed the pillow next to me and threw it at Valjerome.

"Damn," I heard him murmured as he held his face.

"What are you teaching to my son?!" I exclaimed.

He just licked his lower lip and smirked at me, then stood up from his place. He approached the bed and slowly bent his body.

"Why? Do you want me to tell our child what..." He scanned me from head to toe. "Fvck is?" he challenged.

I closed my eyes tightly and controlled my developing annoyance.

"I am referring to the curse word, Valjerome." I gritted my teeth.

His mouth formed an O. "Sorry, I thought it's about what we did six years ago." He shrugged and distanced himself.

I, on the other hand, could not move in my place. I could feel the heat on my cheek when I suddenly remembered the thing we had done before.

"Let's go, baby. What do you want for breakfast?" smiling as Valjerome spoke to Erom.

"As long it is delicious, Daddy," Erom replied.

Valjerome smiled mischievously and glanced at me. "She’s still in bed," he said softly.

"VALJEROME!" I threw him the remaining pillows.

He laughed while avoiding the flying pillows. Even my son who obviously had no idea what was going on was laughing because of what the two of us were doing.

When I ran out of pillows, I got out of bed and then took Erom to carry. For a moment I looked sharply at Valjerome who was obviously holding back a smile.

"I will cook! You are such a freak!" I yelled and stormed out of the room.