CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER THREE

Harriet’s POV:

       Okay, what the hell is happening here? Who is this little boy and why is he referring to me as his mother? I was dumbfounded when this boy called me mummy. Even Kyla was speechless and looked as surprised as I was. I stared down at this little boy that clung unto me, he didn’t look anything older than five. He was very young. 

     I gently removed his hands from around my body and disengaged his embrace. This way, I could see the adorable face of this little boy. He was very cute. I wonder where his mother went and why he mistook me for her. He must’ve wandered off away from her sight and now she’s lost. I can help him find her. 

“Hello sweetie.” I knelt down to his height with a warm smile, he grinned back at me and I could now see that he was missing his two front teeth. I chuckled in amusement. 

“Hi mummy. I have been waiting so long to see you.” He said and I cringed at that, why does he keep calling me his mother?

“Honey, I’m not your mother but I can help you find her. Why do you keep calling me your mother?” The boy’s countenance let down at my first statement and it looked like I shattered his hopes.

“I have never met my mummy before, but my father painted a big picture of her and I’ve always wanted to meet her some day. But you look just like the lady in the picture.” The boy explained and I was stunned. His father painted me? Who was his father and what made this little boy think that I look like her. 

“What is your name, little boy?” I questioned. 

“Nelson. My name is Nelson.” The boy answered and I nodded.

“Okay, I’ll help you look for your mummy. I’m sure she’s around here somewhere.” I offered but the little boy shook his head, refusing to it. I was surprised, why didn’t he want to find his mother. She could be worried sick looking for him right now. 

“You’re her. You’re my mummy, there’s no need to find her anymore.” The boy stood his ground and I wondered what kept giving him the notion that I was his mother. How could I be his mother? I have never birthed a child before so that’s impossible. What is he saying?

“Please come home with us mummy. Daddy misses you so much and I’ve been wanting to meet you for a long time.” Nelson said to me. I just can’t believe this boy. Why can’t he understand that I’m not his mother and there’s a mistake somewhere. 

“Please mummy, come back home. We miss you so much please.” The chubby boy continued to beg and I didn’t even know what else to say, how else to put it to him that I wasn’t his mother. He seems to hold unto the belief that I was his mother so tightly. I did not understand why. 

“I am not your mother Nelson, please.” I said to him, feeling a bit guilty that I was hurting his feelings. I did not want him to feel bad. But now I know, apparently, he didn’t know his mother and has never met her before. 

His blue doe–eyes began to fog up with tears, “But you look so much like her in the picture. I’ve always wanted to meet my mummy. Other of my friends at school have their mummies but I don’t and it makes me sad.” Well, this explanation makes me feel even more guilty. There must be a mixup, or his childish insinuation had convinced him that I was his mother. I am an only child and I don’t even have a sister that I can even think of the possibility of her being his mother. 

It doesn’t add up. Nothing does. 

“My princess, I think we should leave this strange child alone here and start heading home.” Kyla suggested and she was right, we need to start going before he makes a scene here and drags attention to us. But a part of me didn’t want to just leave him here. 

Just then, the little boy’s eyes lit up. “Daddy!” He yelled, pointing at someone behind us and then he ran towards the direction. Kyla and I turned around and I was shocked to see that it was the man who kissed me! He was Nelson’s father? Meaning he’s the one who painted me. Why would this strange man not only suddenly kiss and hug me in public without knowing me, but paint my picture. And tell his little son that I was his mother. 

What’s happening here?

“You’re his father?” I questioned. Nelson jumped into the man’s arm and he twirled the little boy around and he giggled excitedly. 

“Yes, I am.” He answered with a smile. 

“Daddy, look! I found mummy. She looks just like the painting.” Nelson said, pointing at me. The man turned to look at me then gave his son an affirming nod. 

“She is the one in the painting.” He assured his son and the boy gasped excitedly, a happy grin spreading his lips while I just stood there, bewildered and puzzled. How am I the one in the painting? Who exactly is this guy?

“Oh, I knew it! So is she going home with us daddy?” Nelson inquisitively asked his father and he nodded affirmatively again. 

“I don’t know about today, but someday she would be home with us. Where she truly belongs.” His father said and my jaw dropped. What the actual fuck was playing out in front of me right now? Where I truly belong?

     He stared at me with eyes that read affection and admiration, but I was sure I had just met this man for the first time. What’s all the talk about paintings, mothers and where I belonged?

“Who are you and what are you talking about?” I had to ask, this was getting way out of hand. 

He smiled again, why does he keep doing that? “I am Tyler, the next Alpha of the Red Blood Pack and you are Ivory.” 

“What?”