Chapter Five

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)

While I laid in bed, I watched as Colette excitedly texted my mother. It was not particularly a necessity for my mother to get along with the girls I dated, but it did sure help them feel like they were important to me when they did. Truth is, I really wanted a child. Specifically, a daughter but I cannot necessarily control the outcome, so I kept my mind open for other possibilities. I always had a soft spot for single mothers. As a matter of fact, I had a couple of female friends who are single mothers and before I met Colette, I would help them out financially. I could not explain the soft spot I had developed for them, maybe it has something to do with my mother.

My mother was a single parent when she had my sister and me. My dad skipped out on us for another woman, then went on to have children with her and became the perfect father for them. I guess he did not like how we turned out. After my father left, my mother went on to meet Jason – who would then later become my step-father and the father to my two younger brothers. He was like a father to me and the best male role model I could have ever asked for. It was sad, that he had passed away the way that he did, and I always blamed my mother for it because if it were not for her he might have been alive today.

If she had not threatened to leave him for good, he would be alive but that is beside the point now. After he died, she became a single mother yet again and the entire family stepped in to help her raise all of us. They did a really good job and personally, I think we have a great support system. My family is loving, really supportive, and kind-hearted. I am truly blessed to have them in my life.

That brings me to my next point. It may sound like I am taking advantage of my family, but they are the reason why I am not scared to start a family now with Colette. I know for a fact that if we needed help from them, whether financially or in any other way, they would be happy to step in and chip in with funds. That much is apparent because while Colette is texting my mother, my mother is also texting me asking whether I needed help with medical bills and whatnot. 

Just then my phone began to ring. I always had it on vibrate when I am around Colette because the girl had major trust issues and God forbid, she hears my phone ever ring. I looked at the caller to see if it was my former girlfriend – Samantha.

“Hey babe, I am going to the toilet to poop,” I said to Colette.

She looked at me and rolled her eyes.

“Must you always announce when you are about to defecate?”

“Yes, because, unlike some people, I do those things like a regular human being.” I retorted at her as I grabbed my towel and the body wash.

I always shower after I used the toilet, so this was a regular thing.

“I poop,” Colette said as she continued to busily type away at her phone.

“Sure, you do.”

With my phone in hand and other necessities, I made my way into the bathroom. Colette never suspects anything when I go into the bathroom with my phone because I usually do use my phone while I am on the toilet.

However, this time was different. I did not need to use the toilet, I just used it as an excuse to answer the call from Samantha.

I answered the call but stayed quiet as I placed the phone against my ear. I turned on the shower to drown my talking and I leaned against the wall on the opposite side of the bathroom because the wall on the other side was connected to Colette’s bedroom which meant that she would be able to hear me if I were to speak in here. Also, there is an echo in this part of the house, which makes my situation a bit more difficult.

“Hey,” Samantha said over the phone.

“What is up,” I responded and waited for her to say what she wanted to say.

“I need to vent. My baby daddy is like acting up and it is seriously just like getting to me. You do not mind, do you?”

“No, it is quite alright. Is the baby, okay? Do you guys have everything you need?”

“Yes, we are okay for now. It is just really tough you know. He is not the guy I met before and I thought he would be different, but I guess I was wrong. I do so much for him, I take care of the baby, I cook, I clean, I still work, and I never ask him to do anything, but something in me is telling me that he is not being faithful. Maybe this life is just not for him. Maybe, he is the type to not be tied down. What do you think I should do?” 

“Well, I do not think I am in any position to offer you advice on the matter. Personally, I think that if the guy is not playing his role properly especially now that he has a kid, you should end the relationship before it becomes toxic. An environment like that is not good for a child and it affects them in more ways than you can see before it is too late.” I said to her.

“I guess you are right. Thank you for listening.”

“Any time.”

The call ended and I took off my clothes to shower. I did not get a chance to shower when I got home anyway so this was not a total waste of time.