Chapter Forty-Five

Brandon POV:

"What?". I whispered sitting up on the bed.

She glanced at me with her tearful eyes then sit up on the bed.

"I have something that yours". She repeated herself.

My heart started to beat faster. I realized that she's going to tell me about Bryan.

"What is it, Madeline?". I asked her. My voice came out in a whisper.

"Brandon, I've a son". She whispered.

I sucked in a breath.

For few seconds there was an eerie silence in the room.

In the darkness of the room I could only see her beautiful hazel eyes staring at me waiting for me to say something.

"Bryan?". I asked her.

"Yes". She answered.

"He is a great kid. You are lucky to have him". I said.

I didn't know how I was so calm in front of her.

"Bryan is not only my kid. He is yours too". She said staring in my eyes.

My brain processed her words and I didn't know what I should do? Should I smile and let her see how happy I am to know that my assumption of Bryan being my son is right or should I just pretend not to know anything about this.

Her hair was falling on her face hiding her beautiful face from my view.

"I know it's a lot to take in Brandon. But he is really your son. I didn't know anything when I left Boston. When I arrived here in New York I found out that I was pregnant and it was yours. I never slept with anyone except you. I know I didn't ask you what you want but I decided to bring him in this world. He was all I have that reminds me of you". She said looking down at her lap.

I was silent, finding it hard to talk. My throat was suddenly clogged with the emotions.

"I know you love kids but if you don't want him. It... it's fine. I'm not pressuring you for accepting him or anything ". She said and I felt angry at her ridiculous suggestion.

"Shut up woman". I snapped making her mouth drop open.

"I want him. Hell, I already love him. Why would you say something like this?. Don't you know me?. We have spent fourteen years together Madeline. I definitely want Bryan. Why didn't you tell me anything earlier? I have to spend six years apart from my son. I missed the six years of his life". I asked her feeling the weight of my absence in my son's life.

Her jaw clenched and her head snapped at my way.

"I emailed you. I poured my heart out and told you about my pregnancy in all the emails I have sent to you. I told you about Bryan and invited you at his first birthday. But you didn't even replied me once". She said shocking me.

"I didn't receive any emails from you, Madeline. I didn't know anything about your pregnancy and Bryan". I said making her suck in a large breathe.

"Now I know". She said making me confuse.

"I know you didn't receive my emails. But Laura did". Madeline said.

"Laura?". I whispered.

"Yes, she received all the emails and replied to them frequently. She never missed showing me how happy you both are and enjoying your college life. Laura sent me thousands of pictures of you and her on your bed, lounge, kitchen even bathroom". She said looking angry.

"Laura knew? How the hell she knew about my son when I didn't?". I said not understanding anything.

"I didn't know. At first, I thought it was you replying all my emails but then I started to receiving pictures of you and Laura. That made me suspicious and I reread all the emails. That's how I found out that she has been pretending to be you and replying those emails". She said massaging her forehead.

What I got from her words that she believed I can be cruel enough to leave her and my son alone when they needed me.

"How can you believe whatever Laura said to you in emails? You know me better than anyone if I knew about your pregnancy and my son I would leave everything and come to you. I have searched for you all this time. Not even once you left my mind and my heart. I thought you didn't want me and that's why I tried to move on with my life before I would do something drastic". I said staring in her eyes.

"I'm sorry Brandon. I was not in the right state of mind and I believed all the cruel words she said to me thinking that it was from you. I'm really sorry". She said crying.

I couldn't find it in my heart to get angry on her for not contacting me any other way. The girl knew my Mom, my address, she practically grew up in my house. She could have walked in my house unannounced and no one would say anything to her.

Because I know about the tragedy of her past I can't blame her for anything.

I pulled her on my lap while she was still crying.

Taking her face between my palms I kissed her lips tasting a saltiness of her tears on her lips.

When I pulled away her eyes still hold sorrow in them. I could feel that she is regretting believing that those emails were from me and not contacting me sooner.

"Madeline just forget about everything. Let's start a new life together". I said making her look at me with tears in her eyes.

I hoped that they're happy tears.

"A new life". She whispered.

"Yes, a new life, far from all the memories of our past. The three of us can move anywhere in this world and make new happy memories". I said creasing her cheek with my thumb.

Her eyes widened at my suggestion and my heart started to beat faster.

"Are you suggesting that we move in together?". She asked.

"I'm asking you to allow me a place in your heart. In simple words yes, I want you and my son to live with me because I can't bear to live without you anymore". I said staring in her eyes.

"Oh, Brandon. I love you so much! I love you so much!". She said hugging me and chanting I love you again and again.

My hands went around her waist pulling her closer than I fell on my back on bed.

"I love you too, Madeline". I mumbled in her ear and she started crying.

Her body shook and I rubbed her back attempting to calm her. I didn't know how long we stayed in the same position. When I realized she has fallen in sleep on me I moved her from the top of me and laid her on the bed.

I cleaned the tear stain from her face and kissed her forehead.

Looking at her I remembered the five-year-old Madeline who was pretty yet scary at the same time. All the boys in preschool feared her after she poked the pencil in the Kyle eye because he told her that he finds her eyes pretty.

Madeline was something in between tomboy, nerd and a simple girl. She would let my mom dress her up and do her make up, hair styling when she needs to attend school functions. If my mom tells her to get rid of rip jeans and baggy shirt. She would get change into one of the dresses my mom would bought for her from shopping. My mom and her relationship was like a real mother and daughter.

And when Madeline was in her own world she would wear jeans and tank tops or hoodies in winter with her hair in a messy bun on top of her hand and book in her hand.

When I met Madeline and found out that she is a bookworm I didn't know she would turn out to be worse than my brother Noah.

Noah was the one who loved reading even when he was a child his nose used to be in books, always reading. I always admired my brother and copied him. Whenever he would read I would also sit with him with the book I like and that's how I started to enjoy reading and turned into a reader.

With our childhood memories playing around my mind I fell asleep.

The birds chirping outside and bright sunlight in the room woke me up next morning.

I sit up on the bed and turned my left to see Madeline staring at me with her enchanting hazel eyes.

"How long you've been awake?". I asked her yawning.

"For a while". She said with the smile.

"And you didn't think of waking me up?". I asked her.

"No". She said casually and sitting up on the bed.

"If may ask why?". I said.

"Because you were looking cute in your sleep". She said with the cheeky smile and got up from the bed running towards the washroom.

I shook my head at her childishness.

If my son is something like her then there is no chance that I'll get bore with my life ever.

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Madeline POV:

Running I went inside the washroom and locked the door. There was a silly smile on my face. I spun around almost slipping on the white shiny marbles of washroom.

Holding the both sides of the basin I looked up at myself in the mirror. A silly grin was still there on my face make me look like a loon from asylum.

But did I stop?

No.

I even danced around and twirled some more with the silly smile that was not ready to go away anytime soon.

I danced some more, spin then stripped off of my night clothes and stepped inside the shower. I adjusted the taps and the water started falling on my head.

Imagining my new life with him and with my son I showered.

When my shower was done I brushed my teeth and glanced at myself one more time giggling stupidly.

You need to get a grip, Madeline. I told myself.

I nodded my head in the mirror and pulled out a towel from the cabinet wrapping it around my chest.

Then I remembered that I forgot to bring my clothes with me inside.

Now either I walked out of this washroom flaunting my half covered body or I could ask Brandon for my bag.

Opening the door I peeked outside and found the room empty.

Where did Brandon go?. I scratched my head thinking then my shoulder and came out.

I venture towards the closet where I put my bag. I opened the closet and pulled my bag out then searched for my white cotton shorts and turquoise tank top.

Pulling out my white set of undergarments and my clothes I shut the closet door and put my clothes on the bed.

Taking the hold of one end of the towel I unwrapped it and threw it on the bed when suddenly the bedroom door opened.

"F*cking hell, Madeline". He said looking at me from head to toe.

I snatched back the towel from the bed and hastily wrapped it back.

"Why the hell you entered without knocking?". I asked flustered.

"I didn't know you were changing. Woman, you just.....".

"I just what? Are you blaming me for coming out and changing?". I asked him taking a step towards him.

"No, I'm not blaming you for anything. It just...f*ck...you are looking amazing and I want to throw you on the bed then make love to you". He said looking somewhat flustered while his eyes keep skipping from my breast to my legs.

"Bloody hell, Brandon. I just showered". I yelled.

He stared at me dumbfounded.

"Did you just say that I missed my chance? I could make love to you before you showers?". He asked me.

My face rarely explodes with blush but this incident was an exception.

"Just get out". I said making his mouth drop open.

"You're refusing the handsome man's free of cost service to pleasure you?". He asked with the innocent face and I was ready to kiss him and have a roll with him on the bed.

Sorry buddy I can't! I thought when I remembered that I just showered.

"Yes, I'm refusing a very handsome egoistical man's free of cost service to pleasure me because I have showered few minutes ago and also I want some breakfast". I said making him nod.

He turned around to leave then turned back to me.

"Are you sure?". He asked me.

I gave him sarcastic look and said "Yes, I'm very sure".

He turned back and closed the bedroom.

I picked up my underwear and he peeked his head inside again.

"Are you really sure?". He asked me.

Picking up the pillow from the bed I threw it on him and he shut the door.

I heard him laughing loudly.

That annoying piece of ........

When I was done changing I went to the kitchen to see Brandon showered and changed.

"Where did you shower?". I asked him confused.

"In the bathroom downstairs". He said and my mouth dropped open.

I shook my head at him and he just smiled at me knowing very well what he did.

He put the cereal, milk, scrambled eggs, toast and coffee on the kitchen counter.

The wide smile on his face and twinkling in his eyes was a promise of mischief.

I know this face of Brandon very well. When this Brandon comes out it means he'll take revenge.

Oh shit! I'm in trouble.

I smiled sweetly him trying to distract him from planning my fate.

"The breakfast looks amazing, thank you". I said kissing his cheek then sitting down on the stool.

He frowned and looked at me suspiciously then settle down on the stool across me.

"You're welcome". He said.

I poured the cereal and milk in the bowl and started eating. He silently eat the scrambled eggs and glancing at his phone after every ten seconds.

I wanted to know why he was glancing at his phone at every ten seconds but I didn't want to look clingy.

After we were done I decided to wash the plates and he cleaned up the table. His cellphone rang and he sprinted towards it like a crazy.

Picking up his he went out of the house. I dried my hands and peeked from the window to see him talking on the phone, looking angry.

When he was done talking on the phone I made my way outside towards him.

He was staring at the water with face full of worry.

"Hey, everything alright?". I asked him.

He sighed then closed his eyes for a moment.

"Yeah everything is fine". He said looking at me.

"Okay. So what's the plan?". I asked him.

The mischievous smile appeared on his face again making me scared.

He started walking closer to me and I kept moving back.

"Brandon, please no childish prank". I pleaded.

"No?". He asked me and I shook my head.

"Okay". He said shrugging his shoulder.

I stopped moving and looked at him nervously not sure if he was serious or not.

Suddenly he turned to me and picked me in his arms in bridal style.

"Brandon what are you doing?". I yelled.

"This is my plan". He said ready to throw me in the water.

"No. Please, this is the last set of clothes I have. What I am going to wear if they become wet?". I tried to give him a reason.

"Simple you won't wear anything". He said throwing me in the water.

He grimaced when water splashed on him.

I laughed at his face and took it as an advantage to pull him inside the water.

"Why did you do that?". He asked coming back on the surface.

"You started it, Brandon. Now suck it up". I yelled swimming deeper.

Brandon swam, following me then pulled me back towards him. He pressed me on his chest and my breath hitched.

He leaned towards my ear and took my earlobe in his mouth, sucking on it and running his tongue on the curve of my ear.

"I would rather suck something else". He mumbled in a husky voice.

I turned around and smashed my lips on his wet one and taste the saltiness of water on his lips. But did I care? No, absolutely not.

I didn't know when we came out from the water and went back inside the house. I didn't remember when we stripped and end up on the bed. I was in daze and everything felt good.

Brandon was showing me what happens if I mess with him and I was trying to prove him how in immune I am to his charms but failing miserably.

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Hello lovelies,

I know updates are slow but my studies are taking my lots of time and migraine is something that just make it painful to keep looking on the screen for so long.

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Some serious stuff is going to happen in next update so be prepared 😉

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Any guesses how Bryan will react on the news of Brandon being his Dad?

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Published Date: 6-07-2017

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