JakeToday felt like it had been productive despite of the rocky start I had with Lila right before the party. But it was time for me to get out and fly back home, she was all I could think about and I needed to be there for her. She acted all strong, but over the past week I got to know her a little and I know she is all soft on the inside she just puts up a wall to act strong. Probably because she was the only parent present. I never really understood people who chose to have kids and then abandon them or leave all the burden to the other parent. The music had started to fade into background noise, just a gentle hum against the echo of my heartbeat. I had already said my goodbyes, shaken the hands, smiled the smiles. The jet was waiting. My bag was packed. Lila had sent a photo of Kyle asleep, one small arm flung across the stuffed bear I got him from that road trip to Asheville. My place wasn’t here anymore. It was with them. I was almost at the front doors when I heard her voi
JakeToday felt like it had been productive despite of the rocky start I had with Lila right before the party. But it was time for me to get out and fly back home, she was all I could think about and I needed to be there for her. She acted all strong, but over the past week I got to know her a little and I know she is all soft on the inside she just puts up a wall to act strong. Probably because she was the only parent present. I never really understood people who chose to have kids and then abandon them or leave all the burden to the other parent. The music had started to fade into background noise, just a gentle hum against the echo of my heartbeat. I had already said my goodbyes, shaken the hands, smiled the smiles. The jet was waiting. My bag was packed. Lila had sent a photo of Kyle asleep, one small arm flung across the stuffed bear I got him from that road trip to Asheville. My place wasn’t here anymore. It was with them. I was almost at the front doors when I heard her vo
Maria. I had never seen him upclose before, but I kept up with him, watched all his interviews, bought and cut him out of all the magazines. I kpet tabs on him and for the longest time, that was enough for me but not anymore. I had to see him face to face, I had to face him even though I knew he hated me. I was his mother and I abandoned him, but if I hadn't left I could have killed myself, I was drowning and leaving was the only choice I had back then and maybe if I told him that he would understand where I was coming from. I watched him from across the ballroom, standing tall in a suit that fit him like second skin, smiling that easy, careful smile his father used to wear when he didn’t want anyone to know he was tired. That smile broke something in me.Jake.My son.The boy I had left standing in a doorway with chocolate on his face and a paper airplane in his hand, too young to know what goodbye really meant. He was now a man, a well respected man and all grown up with a fami
JakeI couldn't believe this, a part of it felt like I was dreaming, but all this was very real. A few minutes ago I was face to face with the woman that abandoned me twenty five years ago. I immediately tapped my driver, there was no way I was going back to New York tonight. I had unfinished business here and I also wanted to see her again. Atleast I thought I did, I had so many questions I needed her to answer, I needed closure and if I left for New York I was not sure I would get the chance again. Lila would understand. I thought to myself. I was halfway to the airport when I told the driver to turn around. “Take me to Vortex,” I said, my voice sharper than I meant it to be. Vortex was one of the most famous and high end luxurious club in Miami, and tonight I wanted to be wasted. He glanced at me through the rearview mirror. “Sir, are you sure? Your flight is” he stopped immediately he saw my face “I said take me to the club.” I said, my voice cold now. The man didn’t
JakeI did not even realize we were there, my mind was too occupied until she nudged me to get off. And I did. Her apartment was somewhere in Westwood, one of those sleek high rise buildings with a lobby that smelled like vanilla and expensive leather. I barely remembered the ride over. The SUV stopped, the door opened, and she tugged me out like a prize she just won. The concierge looked at me, then her, then away like he had seen this play out before. Maybe he had. But I really did not care. We took the elevator to the seventeenth floor. She leaned against me the whole way up, fingers tracing circles on my chest like she was drawing a map to someplace she thought I wanted to go. But I wasn’t really there. I was still stuck in that goddamn ballroom. The way my mother’s perfume hit me before I even saw her. The fake smile. The empty words. “I missed you, Jake.” Bullshit. If missing me meant anything, she wouldn’t have waited until the press had their cameras out to sa
Jake I don't know how long I had stayed up, I also had no idea how I ended up falling asleep but it was one of the best sleep I had in a while. I slept through the night probably because I was drunk, but I was not complaining. The sunlight stabbed through the cracks in the blackout curtains like it was personally offended by me. I groaned, dragging the comforter over my head, but it was no use. My mouth was dry, my head pounding like there was a construction crew jackhammering inside my skull.I sat up slowly, the sheets tangled around my waist. My clothes were scattered on the floor. Her perfume still lingered in the room sweet, expensive, and far too strong for this early. I rubbed my eyes, trying to blink the fog out of my vision.The girl I still didn’t know her name was asleep peacefully beside me, her back turned, one leg hooked lazily around a pillow. Her hair spilled across the pillowcase like something out of a commercial. She looked peaceful. I hated her for it, just a
Jake. It was almost noon before I finally convinced myself to get up off the couch. I hadn’t moved in hours. I just sat there, staring at the wall, turning last night over and over in my head until it all felt unreal like a bad dream I hadn’t woken up from.But one thing kept crawling back in, louder than the hangover and bigger than the headlines: my mother.Why now? Why show up after all these years, looking polished and maternal like nothing ever happened? The woman hadn’t so much as sent me a birthday card since I was a teenager, and then suddenly she’s front row at my gala, wearing that same damn perfume I remember from when I was five. Something didn’t add up. And if there was one thing I hated more than the past, it was not understanding it.So I called Sam. He had been my go to private investigator for a while now. He was good at what he did and discreet too and I appreciated that.. He was also one of the people I trusted. He picked up on the third ring, voice groggy.“Ja
JakeThe apartment was small, neat, and smelled faintly like chamomile tea and medication. There was a knit blanket folded perfectly on the couch, some paperbacks on the table, and a vase of slightly wilted flowers near the window. It felt… lived in. Quiet. Like she was trying to build a little peace in a life that hadn’t known much.I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room while she shut the door behind me.“You want some tea?” she asked. Her voice was soft. Hesitant.“No. Thanks.” I rubbed the back of my neck, unsure where to look. “I won’t stay long.”She nodded and moved slowly to the armchair by the window. I noticed how careful her steps were, like her body wasn’t entirely hers anymore. She sat down, motioned for me to take the couch, and folded her hands in her lap.There was a silence that stretched too long between us. I couldn’t believe I was here. Sitting in her home. After everything.“You look like your father,” she finally said.“Don’t.” I said almost too harshly, but
LilaThe next morning, the house felt different. Lighter, maybe. Or maybe it was just me, carrying the weight of everything I’d said to Jake the night before. The air between us was still charged, still uncertain, but there was a shift a flicker of hope that hadn’t been there before.He has asked me to let him tell Kyle on his own and use it as a way of them to bond, and I thought he was right so I said yes. But the mama bear in me was scared and anxious, I didn't know how Kyle was going to react and I wanted to atleast be in the vicinity when he told him. Kyle was playing in the living room, his favorite toy trucks scattered across the floor. I watched him for a moment from the kitchen, his little hands moving the trucks around with a focused intensity, making them race over imaginary hills and valleys. His hair was messy from sleep, and his smile just that constant, infectious smile made my chest ache.Jake stepped into the room, his presence looming behind me, but I didn’t turn t
Lila. It was late evening, the house settled into a comfortable quiet. Kyle was asleep, tucked in tight after his usual round of questions and random bedtime stories. Elaine had retreated to her room to rest, and Jake had been quiet for a while, pacing the living room like he had something on his mind.I couldn’t shake the feeling that tonight was the night I was going to come clean. I couldn’t delay it any longer. More people knew and I had this feeling that his mother might say something unknowingly. And I would hate for him to hear the news from her. Jake was sitting on the couch, flipping through his phone, his shoulders tense. I stood at the kitchen counter, my fingers wrapped around the mug of tea I’d made hours ago but hadn’t touched. I didn’t know what I was waiting for anymore. The words had been building up, sitting on the tip of my tongue for so long.Finally, I turned, setting the mug down. His eyes met mine immediately, his expression unreadable. He knew something was
Lila. After my conversation with Nick and Elaine, I was now sure I was ready to tell Jake the truth. But for some reason, it had become tough to catch him this past few days. He was alwyas upto something, sometimes I would wake up and he would be already out the door and other times he came back home so late when everyone was asleep. But today I knew he was home, he had taken his mother for her first chemo appointment back here with her new doctor and he had driven her right back and has been taking care of her since. I liked watching him be selfless and caring, it was a new side of him and It was refreshing to watch. Maybe I could get a few minutes to talk to him, I thought to myself as I slowly closed Kyle's room careful not to wake him up. The house had quieted down, the way it always did after a long day. Kyle was tucked into bed, and the low hum of the street outside was all that remained. Elaine had been settling into the rhythm of the house, adjusting to the noise, the lau
LilaIt had been a few weeks since I saw Nick, and I appreciated that he gave me the space I needed until I was ready to talk to him. Jake had finally given me the okay to be with him without violating my contract and I wanted to start on a clean slate which is why I invited Nick back here tonight. I needed to come clean about one more thing before we could move forward since I was also planning on telling Jake. I looked at the watch again, he was a few minutes late. Normally he is usually in time and him being twenty minutes was a bit worrying but I was not going to focus on that. The sun had started to dip by the time Nick showed up.He didn’t come with flowers or some grand gesture, just that quiet presence of his a steady knock, a soft smile, his eyes always reading the room before he even said hello.I let him in, and he greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and a hug that lingered just long enough to remind me why being around him always felt safe.“Kyle asleep?” he asked as he
Lila. I had my reasons. Why I was yet to tell Jake about his son. The other night when he was talking about his mom he said he never wanted kids of his own, how was I supposed to tell him that it was a little too late he was already a father. So I just didn't say anything and hoped somewhere along I will find the courage to tell him that Kyle was his son. I immediately excused myself from Elaine's presence, I was feeling like the woman was staring into my soul and she knew my secret, even how she kept insisting about her Kyle looked just like Jake when he was around that age. Maybe she knew I mean Kyle did have her DNA running through him. But I needed to get away from her before I confessed. I called one of the nurses we had hired to take care of her to take her to her room.She needed to lie down for a bit. Later that afternoon, the boys were out, Jake had taken Kyle to the park to let him run off some energy. I stayed back with Elaine, who’d dozed off in the armchair for a bi
Lila The morning came earlier than I wanted it to. The sun hadn’t even fully crested the windows yet, but Kyle was already bouncing around the living room with the kind of energy that should be illegal before 8 a.m.I had the cleaners clean and prepare everything for Jake's mom. I always said I was one of those women who don't really care if the in laws love me or not as long as the son that married me loved me. But now that I was prcatically married, I wanted her to like me and my son so bad. I asked Jake earlier before he went to pick her up about everything she liked so it was all ready when she got here. I wondered what she would be like, did she look like Jake? I was still halfway through my coffee when I heard the knock.This one was softer. Measured. But expectant.I opened the door and there she was.Elaine Jake’s mother.Older than I had imagined, more delicate around the eyes, like time had touched her with something heavier than just age. Her auburn hair was now strea
Lila. Jake paused with his hand on the doorknob, glancing back like there was still something left unsaid.“What is it?” I asked a little curious, his whole fave seemed unsettled, something was definitely bothering him. He hesitated. Then, slowly, let go of the knob and turned to face me again.“There’s something else,” he said. “And I didn’t want to just drop it on you, but… there’s not really a perfect time.” He said, with a dramatic pause. I arched a brow. “Jake. You have already hit me with enough tonight that I should probably be pouring a drink right now.”He was starting to scare me now, and also giving me anxiety and I could not handle any more surprises or secrets tonight and definitely not sober. I was too tired. He huffed a quiet laugh. “Fair. Okay my mom… she’s flying in tomorrow.”I blinked. “Here? Like… here here?” I asked panicking, He nodded, sheepish now. “Yeah. I booked the flight this morning. She’s not well enough to live alone right now, and I don’t want to s
Lila. It was nearly midnight when I heard another knock at the door.For a second, I didn’t move. Just stared at the clock, wondering if I was dreaming it.Then it came again three soft, hesitant raps.I sighed, pulled on a hoodie, and tiptoed out of Kyle’s room. He was fast asleep, one hand curled under his cheek like he was mid dream. I shut his door quietly and padded down the hallway.I already knew who it was before I opened the door.Jake stood on the corridor, eyes tired, hands shoved deep into his pockets. He looked like he hadn’t slept. Like maybe he had been driving around for hours, unsure of where else to go.“I’m not here to fight,” he said immediately.I leaned against the doorframe. “You sure? You’ve been on a roll lately.”We had not talked again since he brought up the contract and how I was not supposed to hang out with any other man who was not him. I was too pissed to say anything and to be honest I still was.I went through the contract for more than five times an
Lila. I had just tucked Kyle in for the night when I heard the front door slam.I froze at the sound low, deliberate, full of anger. My heartbeat kicked up. I already knew who it was before I even stepped into the hallway.Jake.He had gone for an ice cream earlier when he found me and Nick together. When he brought back Kyle, I was not home yet, he left him with the house manager. I was kinda hopping he won't be back so early because I knew he was pissed, which is why I had requested to eat dinner earlier and go to bed before he came back home. But today clearly was not my lucky day I had to deal with him, and I knew he was drank too which was not going to help the situation at all. He stood in the living room, chest rising and falling too fast, keys still dangling from his hand. His jaw was clenched so tight it looked like it hurt to speak.“You brought him here,” he finally said. His eyes were blood shot and he leaked of alcohol across the room. "Keep it quiet please, I just p