[16]

BEATRICE:

Drake did say that he won’t leave in the morning. He did what he had promised.

My chest tightened as I continued to watch the two.

Grayson…there was no hesitation on him as he played with Drake. It seemed that he already felt that the man he was with was his real Dad.

Cassandra flapped her tiny hands wildly as if she was trying to reach out to Grayson and Drake.

“Gray,” she said.

“Yes, Cassandra. That's our Grayson. And he will be playing with you later when we get home, okay? Do you like that?” I coed.

She squealed in happiness as if she understood what I asked.

My gaze went back to Grayson and Drake as the latter pushed the swing back and forth.

I sighed as I continued watching the father and son. They easily jived as if this was not the first time that they were playing like that. And my son’s happiness was plastered all over his face.

Would he be able to smile even more if I told him the truth?

Realization hit me hard.

He was looking for a Daddy’s figure and no