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MADELEINE

I pursed my lips into a thin line and swallowed hard. "Um. Not recently until you barged into my home just a week ago to tell me that you've asked me to be your girlfriend." I slightly mocked him and he chuckled. "But yeah, I thought about it a few times, but never got the motivation or the strength to do it. I just needed to focus on my son as he's my number one priority."

Looking over to my side, I glanced at Jack and quickly spotted him grinning like a stupid kid who just received his second ice cream of the day. "What?" I chuckled, furrowing my brows.

"You're a great mother, Dele. I'm actually proud. You seem young, but it's truly impressive to see someone really matter on their kid no matter what," Jack commented and I just hummed.

Over the past week ago, Jack and I were managed to discuss our own families, personal life and social issues - slash, values - and it all came to a great point where we both fully understood everything. It was a good term as if we acted like we were understanding every part of ourselves that had happened just recently.

"How old is he?" He asked, genuinely into this conversation and I instantly felt like this was about to get far any time soon. But I was ok with it. Jack liked my son so everything was good right now.

"He's four years old. I had him when I was twenty-one." I answered and he raised his forehead in shock and disbelief. "I know. I was young. But I'm still grateful to have him around." I widened my smile at the thought of Mason.

Jack rubbed my back in a gentle touch and responded that nearly made my heart skip a beat. "Can I ask something?" He furrowed his brows once again with a light curious look.

"Sure. What is it?" I shrugged my shoulders as I fiddled with my fingers and nails, nervously scratching my elbow.

"Where's his father?" I knew it. I knew it. I knew this was going to happen. Fuck. Even though I almost - I mean nearly shat my pants with his genuine question, I didn't want to reject Jack and see him leave me alone just because I did not want to answer.

But I knew I had to do it, eventually. "Um, he's here, somewhere. I mean, he's definitely in Mason's life and he also matters to him. But we aren't a thing anymore. It ended a while ago." I closed that down with an easy clarification and felt relieved.

"What happened?" Jack asked again.

I exhaled and turned my head towards Jack, glancing at him. "He cheated on me with a bunch of young women for four years," I replied, my cheeks slowly reddening in embarrassment.

Jack looked shocked. With a bit of anger and frustration in his facial features as he clenched his jaw and gulped. That was exactly what I did when I thought about Brendan before we eventually became close friends again.

"Jack?" I frowned, my brows slightly pushed together as I glanced at the young hockey player beside me, knowing that his mind was somewhere else far, thinking about ways to find Brendan and strangle him as much as he want.

But I stopped Jack before his mind told him what to do. "Jack. Don't do this. It's ok, him and I are never - I mean, never ever - going back together." I encouraged him, my hand placed on his back to comfort him for a bit.

"But what if he-he begs you and do something to get you back and you'll forget about me," Jack replied, dragging the last part of the sentence, whispering lowly.

Without hesitation, I covered my mouth with my jacket and smiled, preventing myself from showing him. I quietly exhaled, relaxing my shoulders and glancing at him.

"Jack, he won't. We're in a relationship for a reason. I wouldn't be able to yes when you asked me to be yours. That's not how it works. If I went back to him."

Jack hummed in response, knowing that I was right. He looked over to my side and then gave me a smile before kissing my lips and hugging me. I chuckled and closed my eyes in satisfaction, wrapping my arms around him.

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