Bag-dial

When I got back from the meeting, Amanda had already gone home. Damn, she didn't even wait for me.

I know I didn't ask her to wait but she should read the handwriting on the wall!

I picked up the flash drive I had left, went home, and got into the shower immediately. Immediately the warm water hit my back, and my mood changed. I pictured Amanda and I, in the rain.

Wait, There can't be any warm rain.

Frustrated, I rounded up, and walked out naked to see my son staring at my phone.

I didn't say anything. I just sneaked to get my towel, wrapped it around my waist, and cleared my throat to get his attention. When Gerald turned back to look at me, he had this flat expression on his face.

That face that doesn't even look like mine.

He had bling hair when his mom's was brown and I got black. His eye shape was a little different, I would say he looked just like his mom and that would be the reason he acted just like her.

I walked to him, took my phone off his grip, and looked at it. The screen had some pop-ups including a missed call from 'Angioletto'. A satisfied smile spread across my face and I couldn't believe how much joy this girl gave me.

"I know you didn't say my mom's number with that," Gerald said.

I forced myself not to roll my eyes and walked to my walk-in closet. I took my night clothes and decided to wear only blue shorts. I set my towel said, rubbed the sore of my feet together to get off the dirt, and lay in bed.

"That's nice to see you too, son. My day was great" I said flatly.

The look on my face could tell that I wasn't going to take on more of his rudeness so he backed out. He faked a smile, brought out his phone from his pocket, and handed it to me.

"I got my test, my mom was around today and she asked if she could come to spend some days"

"No"

I replied, not looking at his face or even accepting his phone. I respect his privacy and he should learn how to respect mine.

Damn it!

Why didn't he just be like me?

He took after his mom was secretive, rude, and never respected others but I still love him. He was my son, even if he was a mistake, I still love him. That was why I sent him to a private school, gave him all he needed, fed and clothed him.

I would do anything to save him and that doesn't include getting his mom back into my house.

She was a snitch, a w***e, and a control freak!

When I couldn't hear anything from Gerald, I looked at him to see him faking a pout. It wasn't cute.

"Your mom asked you to talk to me about it," I told him.

He nodded, like he didn't want to admit but he did admit anyway.

"We can be like other families" he suggested.

"You have us. She loves you, I love you, but we can't be together, but we aren't enemies" I said in the most gentle voice I could think of.

He was a child.

He would never understand what cheating and heartbreaking situation means. He would never understand that when we were never married and we would never be. And he would not understand that I care so much about him that was why I had him.

"Your mom and I aren't enemies. We just need to settle something and we are better off apart" I smiled, moved close to him, and patted his head "You are just a child, you will understand when you are grown"

Gerald slapped my hand off. He showed me the screen of his phone to see other children with both parents. He scrolled and scrolled and he was the only one without any.

He was with Derrick and Rosella, his nanny.

I trust Derrick enough to have him as my secretary and sometimes as my chauffeur. Rosella had been his nanny since he was a toddler and they do take care of him.

Well, I should know how to spend more time with my kid. He surely deserves the best.

"You know I have to work, son. Just get me notified or tell Derrick heads up and I will come for you"

"You know that I am twelve and not stupid" Gerald snapped.

He was fussing, his face was red and his lips were quivering. He seems to be holding his temper and he better learn how to hold that well. Since he was 12 and not stupid, I waited for him to tell me the reason.

"If you don't like Mom, why did you ever get her pregnant?" He asked.

I couldn't answer that.

I couldn't tell him that his mom was a woman I met who wanted to only have s*x with her. I would never tell him that began to come too often, I didn't want to but I liked the way we f****d. I could not tell him that she later announced her unexpected pregnancy, I accepted it only to find her screwing an ex-business partner with a six-month pregnancy!

"Go to sleep son," I told him.

He didn't say anything so I laid back, covered up to my shoulder with the duvet, and tried to rest. I didn't expect him to yank it off and give me that hateful look.

It was obvious that Zhara; his mom, had been doing wonders in feeding him with lies.

No matter how much I wanted to yell at him to behave and his mom was a cheat, I decided to keep him happy.

"That's rude, let daddy sleep," I told him as if I were talking to a 3-year-old.

Gerald let go of my duvet but didn't leave the room.

"Mom said you would act this way"

"You should have asked her what she did when you here just six months old and in the belly!" I said calmly but it was obvious that I was angry.

I got out of bed, walked to the door, and opened it for him.

"If you make me come get you, I will send you to your mother and make sure you stay three months with her"

That was it.

No matter how much he claimed to love his mother, he hated staying with her. A week with her and he would call me to complain about how much he doesn't like her visitors, she leaves him alone, no good wifi, his room was small, or over the smallest thing.

"That's what I thought" I nodded as I closed the door after he walked out.

Getting to bed, I signed.

I shouldn't have talked to him like that.

He was just a baby. His mom would surely have brainwashed him but I would never make him hate her. He deserved the love and care from both parents and I wondered if he would like the idea of having a stepmother like Amanda.

s**t!

What was I thinking??

I rolled over, picked up my phone, and realized that she dropped a message for me.

Although I couldn't tell why I was excited but I loved the fate that she texted me.

"I called my mistake. My phone was in my bag and it kinda bag-dialed. Please forgive me, Sir"

The heck!

Was there anything like a bag-dial?

It was 8 pm and I struggled not to call her back.

I will see her tomorrow. And make sure she gets her things changed before she blouse-dial me with her blouse like my Mom's old clothes.