2.5

2.5

Both of them started screaming loudly and started pulling me back and forth as if I did something  really great last night. They were happy for me. They were even happy that Hugo was the one who got my virginity. Well, it is something to be proud, I mean just of a little bit of it. because he is actually freaking Hugo fucking Saintclare from the freaking Satellite Patrol but there is still that shame since he met me in my drunken state. If he'll remember me, he will assume that I am that kind of woman and that I have always been an easy girl my whole life.

Seven years later.

"MOM!! MOMMY!! MOM MOM MOM MOM! I can not find my Ironman shirt!"

"Honey it's on the top drawer!" I yelled back.

"Mom I can't! It's not here! Moooom!!"

I grunt inwardly as I was quick enough to wipe my hands over my apron after washing the dishes. I pulled it off from my body and ran upstairs to see Benedict still wearing his black jeans with no shirt on him. All of his clothes from the top drawer were scattered on the floor.

"Ben look at how messy your room is." I sigh.

"Because I cannot find my Ironman shirt. Did you wash it mom?" He asks me, still pulling out all of his shirts from the drawer.

"Yes. I did." I answered with a great certainty. “Now stop getting all of them out.”

I sigh inwardly because he was not listening and he was still doing it.

"Ben, will you stop throwing your clothes everywhere?” I complained while searching for his favorite shirt. “And look at you, you're still on your socks!" I walked towards him and grabbed all the piles of clothes and placed it on top of his bed.

"Mom! My Ironman shirt. I'm not leaving if I'm not wearing it today. It's Monday today. Monday is Ironman shirt day." He seemed to start crying. Oh God, who ever told him Monday is Ironman shirt day.

I started opening the other drawers and looked for his favorite Ironman shirt. "Okay okay. I'll look for it." I say quickly, as fast as I could. I glance at him pouting, "Shoes up, baby. You'll be late for school."

"Okay mommy." Benedict obeys and sits on the foot of the bed as he lace his own shoes.

I kept looking for his all time favorite Ironman shirt and I'll be damned if I can't find it right away. After watching Ironman movies, it's always been something that he loves to wear since he has always idolized that hero.

"Found it." I pulled it out with a smile of relief and rushed towards him.

"YEY! You're the best mommy!" He chimes.

I knelt in front of him as I put on the shirt over his head and fixed his hair and then his shoelace. I kissed his temple and helped him grab his Ironman backpack. Of course, it also had to be Ironman. I stare at my son and I am amazed at how fast he grew up.

Before, I used to carry him in my arms and change his diapers or wake up in the middle of the night when he cries for milk or just cried for whatever baby reason he has. It was tough but now, he's already a first grader and I can't stop feeling all scared for him. Not that he is a naughty little boy because Ben’s smart and kind. Also, I get a little anxious thinking about his first day in school.

I mean, it’s good that he will meet new friends but there’s still that motherly fear I have.

"Are you ready baby?" I ask him.

Benny nods at me with a smile. "I'm a big boy now. I'm six." He pulls out seven fingers.

"Is that six?" I arched an eyebrow.

He giggles. "Ops! I mean... One, two, three, four, five, six. Six!" He counts carefully as he pulls one finger after the other.

"Six." He smiles widely.

I smiled and kissed his forehead, "Very good. Let's go. Time for me to drive you to school."

Both of us stumbled our way downstairs and grabbed his lunch bag for him. I opened the passenger door and he gets inside all by himself like a big little boy. He says he doesn't need my help getting inside the car anymore because he's already a big boy.

It’s adorable so I let him but I still assist when he needs help.

I'm proud of my son because he's been very understanding and incredibly sweet. Even though he still doesn't know who his father is and there are times that he asks me about his dad, he still tries to understand what I tell him despite his young age.

I'm not ready to tell him the truth yet and I don't want to set his hopes up when he'll know about his real father. I doubt if he would accept his own son in the first place.

So many things happened to me the past years all by myself.

"Buckle up sweetheart," I say as I drive out of the driveway.

Ben does what I told him and he kicks his feet mid air on his seat continuously and bites his fingernails at the same time, I know he only does that when he's scared or nervous about something. I do not do that, it's sort of his habit. Maybe he got it from his father.

Well, based on Ben's undeniably brown curly hair on top of his head, his bright blue-green eyes and that cheeky dimpled smile which is awfully too familiar, I know he got it all from Hugo.

Benedict looks like an exact copy of Hugo Saintclare and I could not even deny it.

That has nothing to be discussed.

He resembles like Hugo so much, it’s actually too scary.

Of course.

An obvious freaking yes.

A big fat freaking yes because well, he is actually Ben's father.