Chapter 3
May I know your name?" he asked me in his arms.
"Reolla... My name is Reolla and thank you very much, Elysian..." I said and smiled at her.
"I have a feeling that this won't be the last time we meet, Reolla..." I nodded.
"Who is...the man who picked me up earlier?"
"My husband, Jayden. The groom is his friend, so when he picked you up in the taxi, I sent him away. He can't be absent from his best friend's wedding."
Now I know... I really have to leave because I met Poirier's friend's wife. I owe him my life as a mother, so I am very grateful to him, but I really need to leave.
Maybe Poirier will figure it out. I don't want him to be angry with me.
Elysian Carter paid my hospital bills even though I said I had money for that. But he took the initiative.
I returned to the mansion when the sun had almost set so when I was just at the gate the two greeted me.
I smiled when I saw the worried faces of both of them. I also bought some fruit so that at least they don't suspect where I really went.
"You've been out for a long time, Ma'am..." they said together.
"It's good that I aired it outside, eh. Here, the fruits and you take care of it," I said and you thought that nothing bad happened to me earlier. I was hospitalized because of my stupidity.
I just really want to see Poirier. I don't want to repeat what happened to me earlier so I am very careful. I also lost waiting for Poirier's call but I didn't expect him to visit us voluntarily.
It was three months ago when he married Ameefa. I'm full too. He missed so many days.
"Isn't our son torturing you, Reolla?" he asked me smiling. If only other people can see us, we might be mistaken for husband and wife.
We were in the living room and we were sitting side by side on the sofa with her arm around me and her right palm on my big belly. It caresses gently.
"It's fine. Our baby is nice," I answered with a smile but it disappeared when I saw his hand. On his ring finger.
My eyes warmed up and it felt like there were tears that wanted to escape. My heart is aching.
If his wife finds out about this I know she will say I'm a piece of shit... And that's the truth. Poirier is married, so I'm the hooker.
"It's good then. We'll be able to see her soon. I'm so excited that I'll really prepare for your birth. I want...I'll be the first to hear her cry..."
But that thing didn't happen because he didn't come. She was in another hospital and her husband was accompanying her during the birth, which I never thought that Ameefa and I would give birth together.
So when I gave birth to my son he had many rivals...
Tears rolled down my cheeks when I saw my son. He is very small and his complexion is reddish. I almost cried because of so much pleasure.
"It's a healthy baby girl..."
The doctor placed my son on my chest and with my trembling hands I held him and gently kissed his forehead.
"W-Welcome to the world, my child..." my voice trembled. He looks like his Daddy...
"What are you going to name your baby, Ma'am?" the nurse asked me.
I smiled tiredly at him, "P-Poinier... His name is Poinier Del Fierro," I answered.
I stayed in the hospital for a week with my son Poinier. Lorda and Arbeth took care of our mother and daughter. It's like I had a brother and a friend in their person.
So even though I was sad because Poirier only made me hope, that also changed my mind because of the two of them.
Mother and I were in the room while I was breastfeeding my son and caressing his cheek.
"You are so beautiful, my child... Very beautiful..." I said softly and carefully kissed her forehead.
On that day I did not expect Poirier's arrival so I was even surprised. He also caught us in that position and all I saw were his tears while looking at our son.
"He... Oh, God..." He carefully climbed onto the bed and lay down on the bed, next to Poirier.
"I'm sorry if it's just now Daddy, my son... I'm so sorry, baby..." his voice was full of regret and his shoulders shook a lot. Repeatedly kissed our son's cheek and forehead.
I fixed myself and got up.
"Can I… Can I touch him?" he asked.
"Of course..." I said and I myself gave our son in his arms and he only cried more.
I'm happy... I'm happy to see that he also loves our son very much. Even though we are always his second priority... Or maybe he only thinks about our son and I'm not included in that.
"You're so beautiful, baby... I love you... I love you, so much... I'm sorry if I failed you, my son... Daddy will come back to you... I'm with you" he suddenly stopped and looked at me.
"You? Are you okay? Didn't you have a hard time?" he asked one after the other. I shook my head and was shocked when he pulled my waist closer to him. I felt his soft lips on my forehead.
"I'm so proud of you, Reolla... What... what's our son's name?" he asked and he only held one arm of our son.
"Poinier... His name is Poinier," I answered and he gasped. There were tears again.
"Thank you... Thank you, Reolla... You made me happy..." Just now because I know you are happier with your mother and daughter.
Poinier made baby sounds that made his Daddy smile.
"She's very beautiful. just like her Mom," he seemed to say proudly and my cheeks quickly warmed up.
I didn't expect him to say that without hesitation. I hope so, Poirier... I hope we are your only real family... we are a real family but we still have a part.
Or maybe we are dividing and grabbing attention from his family?
"Poinier... Your name is beautiful, my son... You and Zoer share the same birthday..." Maybe you would prefer to celebrate with your son with Ameefa rather than our son, Poirier.
Just like me, I know that our son will also depend on you. Maybe... he'll feel the same way I'm feeling now. I don't want to hurt my child but I can't do anything...
Because your mother and daughter are more important to you than us... We are now two obstacles in your life.
It is true that Poirier fulfilled what he said that he would take back our son because he stayed for a week in our mansion and he almost did not let Poinier go.
I can only smile but I also wonder why... Or what his mother and daughter are doing now. Does his wife know where he is at this time?
Because I'm also sure that his wife doesn't know anything about us yet. We both remained a secret.
Maybe that's okay for the safety of our mother and daughter.
"Daddy will be back, baby... Wait for me," he said and I don't know why I see something sad there. He should be happy because he is going home to his family.
"I'm gonna miss you, Poinier..." he said and kissed me on the forehead before he left.
Such a scene has always happened to us in recent months and I am satisfied.
How quickly the seasons pass, just as the new sun is falling, it immediately sets and time ends. New hope too.
My son Poinier will be one year old, this January 23 is his first birthday. Today is also the birthday of Poirier and Ameefa's son, their son named Zoer. Just based on its name, I knew it was a boy.
It was his firstborn son who would carry their name. Poirier has been silent since yesterday and he didn't mention anything about our daughter's birthday. So I hope he won't be able to go any further.
Our son will understand him because he is not yet conscious. He will just look for him because I can see the closeness of his father and son while he is here.
I also know that there will be a big celebration in their family because of the first birthday of their eldest grandson.
Dimple is also here at the mansion. Arbeth and Lorda are preparing. I already fixed Poinier early.
She is wearing a white baby gown now and has a big ribbon on her head. He was such a good boy that he didn't bother to take it away from him.
We will visit Mom's grave first and we will also come back here afterwards.
I picked up my son and we left the room. He hasn't been able to walk unaided yet so I prefer him just in my arms. Even though my Poinier is still fat.
"Happy birthday to our beautiful Poinier!" they congratulated my son at the same time.
Poinier smiles and applauds. The two approached us and kissed his cheek. He just grinned. Only a few words come out of his mouth because he is only one year old but he can call me Mama. It's his Daddy's.
To Be Continued...