Marco proudly showed me his Lego castle, beaming with joy."Wow, Marco! You're a fantastic builder," I complimented, tousling his hair."Can I go play with Tommy?"he inquired eagerly, eager to reunite with his friend after his time in recovery."Let me just take your temperature first, alright?"I responded, reaching for the thermometer."Your temperature is normal, my love. You can go play with Tommy," I said, giving him a tight squeeze before he dashed off.I stood there, mesmerized by the sight of him running towards Tommy, their laughter echoing through the room. It was a moment of pure bliss, one that I had feared would never come."Thank you, universe," I whispered, a tear of gratitude rolling down my cheek."Samantha, are you alright?" Marcus asked, entering the living room."I'm fine. Just overwhelmed with emotions," I replied, flashing him a grateful smile."I understand. These past few weeks have been challenging for all of us," he said, settling down beside me on the couch.
The sunlight streamed in through the curtains, announcing the arrival of a brand new day. Slowly, I opened my eyes and gazed around my bedroom, feeling a sense of comfort in the familiar surroundings. Stretching my arms, I couldn't help but grin at the memories of last night - my son Marco's fifth birthday celebration.Turning to my side, I saw my little boy still peacefully asleep. I softly brushed his cheek and whispered, 'Happy birthday, my darling.' Marco stirred and slowly woke up, his eyes lighting up with joy as he saw me."Mommy, I'm five now!" he exclaimed, his excitement bubbling over."Yes, you are, my little champ. Are you happy?" I inquired, already aware of the answer.Marco's smile widened as he nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, super happy! Thank you for the awesome birthday party last night, Mommy and Daddy." He turned to look at his father, who was still fast asleep on the other side of the bed.I felt a rush of warmth and happiness whenever I thought about my partner,
My anger surged through my veins, and I couldn't resist confronting him. I was well aware that her earlier words lacked sincerity."Are you trying to prove that you're a better mother to Marco? Marco is my son, and I am his only mother! I won't let you forget that," I asserted."Well, let me remind you that you abandoned him for years," she retorted."I had my reasons, Sofia! And you were the reason!" I exclaimed passionately.Suddenly, Marcus's voice interrupted us from behind, "What's happening here?"I noticed the concern and uncertainty in his eyes as he glanced back and forth between us. Inhaling deeply, I made up my mind to break the silence."Marcus, there's an important matter I'd like to talk to you about," I stated, meeting his gaze."What's on your mind, Sam?" he inquired, his tone laced with worry."After speaking with Sofia, I heard something that didn't sit right with me," I began cautiously, selecting my words with care."What exactly did she tell you?" Marcus questione
"I had a dream where you betrayed me with Sofia," I confessed, attempting to calm my emotions.Marcus embraced me tightly and reassured me, "It was just a dream, my love. You know how much I love you. Sofia means nothing to me."I returned the hug, but my mind was still filled with thoughts of the unsettling dream. The feeling of betrayal and insecurity lingered within me. Despite Marcus' comforting words, a hint of jealousy arose whenever Sofia's name was mentioned.However, as Marcus held me close and whispered words of love, I gradually began to relax. I knew deep down that he was being truthful, but doubts still plagued my mind. Trusting him completely was a challenge, especially considering my past experiences with Sofia."I promise you, Samantha. Sofia is nothing more than a distant memory to me. You are the only one I love and want to be with," Marcus assured me, gently kissing my forehead."I know, I know. I trust you, Marcus. It's just...my past with her still haunts me at ti
My jaw dropped in disbelief. How could he be so oblivious to the gravity of the situation? With a forced smile, I mustered all the strength I had to maintain my composure."Well, well, well, look who decided to grace us with their presence," I said, my voice laced with sarcasm."What brings you here, Elijah? And why on earth are you in such a sorry state?" He stumbled towards me, his words slurring together."Oh, Samantha, my dear. It's been too long," he mumbled.I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his audacity."You do remember that we broke up, right? Or did that conveniently slip your mind?" I retorted.His laughter filled the air, but it was empty, devoid of any genuine emotion."Come on, sweetheart. Let's have some fun. I miss you," he slurred, his eyes glazed over.My heart raced with anger and disbelief. This was the same person who had betrayed me, and now he had the audacity to use me for his own pleasure?Not a chance. I was not about to let him get away with it."No, Elija
I informed Marcus after dinner that I would take Marco to his room for him to rest. Once I settled Marco in his bed, I sat beside him and gently brushed his hair with my fingers."Goodnight, my little prince," I whispered, planting a soft kiss on his forehead.Marco mumbled, "Goodnight, mommy," his eyes already heavy with sleep.As I prepared to leave the room, I heard a knock on the door. I turned to find Marcus standing there, his hands in his pockets and a serious expression on his face."Can we talk?" he asked, his voice filled with hesitation.I let out a sigh, knowing that this conversation was long overdue. After all, we had been divorced for over a year now and had barely spoken to each other since then."Sure," I responded, closing the door behind me and leading him to the living room."I'll pick you up from work. I'm worried that Elijah might harass you again," he expressed with concern.I defended Elijah because I knew he wasn't in the right state of mind.Marcus stared at
"What?!"Marcus frowned.Elijah sneered and retorted, "She belonged to me.I have every right to fight for her."I was in disbelief. These two men, whom I once cared for, were now battling over me as if I were some sort of trophy. I wanted to scream at them, to make it clear that I was not an object to be claimed. But before I could speak, Marcus stood in front of me, protecting me from Elijah."She's not a possession for you to reclaim. She's a person with emotions, and she chose to be with me. Respect her choice,"Marcus asserted.Elijah's jaw tightened, his eyes burning with anger as he glared at Marcus."You have no idea what you're talking about. She was never truly yours. She was just using you to forget about me."I was shocked by his audacity.I couldn't believe what Elijah was saying about our relationship. Watching his behavior made me doubt everything. "I cared for Marcus, and I care for him still. He was there for me when you weren't. He's the one who helped me heal my broken
Sofia's eyes lit up as she saw Marco running towards her, calling out "Mommy Sofia!" I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as she hugged him tightly."Hey Samantha, it's been a while," Sofia said, glancing around the room.Putting on a smile, I responded, "Yes, it has. How have you been?"Sofia shrugged, "Same old, same old. But enough about me, how's my little man doing?" She turned her attention to Marco."I'm good, mom," Marco replied.Despite my irritation at her possessive tone, I bit my tongue. Marco was my son, not hers. I didn't want to cause any tension in front of him, so I simply said, "He's doing great. He's growing up so fast."Sofia's face lit up with joy, and she eagerly joined Marco on the couch. They immersed themselves in play, their laughter filling the room. It was evident that Marco cherished Sofia's presence, and a twinge of envy tugged at my heart. Despite being his mother, it seemed like Sofia held a special place in his heart, a bond that I yearned to sh