Chapter twenty-three

My eyes cast down unable to hold his intent gaze much longer, regret kicks me hard. For not telling him about Killian, for running then, and for trying to run now. My breath catches as the screen door slams shut behind me, I turn to see Killian walk out. My eyes turn to David as his gaze drops to our little boy.

Killian is the image of his father. The same dark hair with a curl. Same eyes, same skin. While I rub the top of Killian's head I start to speak, "Killian, baby. i'd like you to meet my friend David." 

"Hello." Killian smiles happily while waving his tiny hands at David, David fights tears as he waves back to his little boy and the lump in my throat nearly chokes me. 

The door slams again and my parents appear along with Alex.

 "We're gonna take little man for ice cream." States my father as he walks over to grab Killian's hand.

"Just to give you two some time to talk while you're here."

Davids eyes are fixed firm