I chuckled under my breath, then covered it up with a cough. I leaned close and whispered in her ear, “This is your son, Arron. You are his mother. So, don’t be so cold to him. He will feel hurt.”
Crystal’s eyes widened as she processed my words. She tried to pat Arron in the back, still looking lost and confused.
“Mommy, are you feeling better now?” Arron finally raised his head to look at Crystal.
“Yeah, much better.” Crystal continued to pat him in an awkward manner and mustered a stiff smile.
Arron instantly knew that something was not right. He stood up by supporting his hands on her mother’s knees. He stared into Crystal’s eyes, his voice filled with grievance as he asked, “Mommy, why are you acting so distant to me?”
Tears welled up in his eyes as he added, “Are you mad at me? Mommy, do you think I’m a bad and disobedient child?”
“No, no, no, Arron! Of course, not! You are the most obedient son anyone could ask for.” Crystal hurriedly gathered the boy in her arms and tried to comfort him, though her eyes kept darting back and forth. She was panicking.
I cleared my throat. “Arron, your mommy is still recovering. Come over here and let me carry you instead.”
But the boy only shook his head and tightened his grip on Crystal’s shirt. “No!”
“All right, then. You can stay with your mommy.” I could hear the satisfaction in my voice, which earned me a glare from Crystal.
Their interaction started out strange. At first, Crystal handled Arron like she would a small, delicate animal. Gradually, her caresses became more natural.
Arron basked in his mother’s affection and all but purred in her arms. There was a motherly quality to Crystal’s gaze that almost made me forget she wasn’t the old Crystal we knew.
I watched them with an inward sigh. Such was the power of family bonds.
I came up with a decision then. I was going to ask Arron to keep Crystal company every day.
“Arron, would you like to spend more time with your mommy?”
Crystal was running her fingers through the boy’s hair, and he looked happy and contented.
“Is that okay, sir? I do want to be with Mommy every single day!”
“Of course,” I smiled.
This way, Crystal would stop trying to flee. Arron could keep an eye on her. It was a win-win situation in every angle.
I nodded to myself, pleased with my plan, when Crystal burst my bubble yet again. “We are mates. My son calls me ‘Mommy’, but he calls you ‘sir’? Why doesn’t he call you ‘Daddy’?”
Rufus’ POV
Suddenly, I regretted my carelessness and didn’t know how to clarify it.
Wasn’t she the one who had asked Arron not to call me Daddy? But her mind had become slow now. She wouldn’t understand what I said. Maybe she would assume that I lied to her again.
Reining in my frustration, I looked at her with complaining eyes.
However, instead of feeling even a twinge of guilt, Crystal glared at me.
Holding Arron close to her, she studied his face and then mine. She became increasingly confused. “You two look so similar. You both have to be father and son.”
I nodded, not refuting her.
As I opened my mouth to explain, she touched Arron’s nose and began to whisper. I had to swallow the words which were on the tip of my tongue.
At this moment, Crystal said to Arron in a serious voice, “Arron, you’re wrong. You should call him Daddy.”
I almost burst out laughing when I heard this. I didn’t expect her to be so gullible that she would walk straight into my trap.
I was excited to hear Arron call me ‘Daddy’ in his soft voice. However, when he heard Crystal’s advice, he eyed me in bewilderment. “Why? Mommy, you never asked me to call him Daddy before.”
A strange expression came over Crystal’s face.
I immediately leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “We fought a few days ago. You threw a fit at me.”
“What did we quarrel about?” Crystal watched me with even more puzzlement. “Did you treat me or my son wrongly? What other reason could I have to stop Arron from calling you Daddy? It must be something very serious!”
Crystal positioned herself in front of Arron protectively. I was at a loss for words for a moment. I felt like I’d shot myself in the foot, so I awkwardly replied, “I’ll explain everything to you later. Our son is watching us.”
Crystal would obviously not let this go until she received a satisfactory explanation. I realized that I would have to spend more time thinking about what I should say. Otherwise, I would make a fool of myself.
“Well, you’d better not stall. And don’t try to lie to me,” Crystal shot back with a reluctant nod. Then she turned to Arron and said, “Baby, you should call him Daddy. After all, you both look nearly identical, just like two peas in a pod. He is definitely your father. There can be no mistake.”
Her lips curved up into a smug smile as she met my eyes.
I was happy and angry at the same time. Although I was looking forward to Arron addressing me as Daddy… Why did she speak like Arron was my illegitimate child? Didn’t she believe that Arron was her own blood?
“But Mommy, didn’t you tell me that my daddy was gone? And that he was a hero?” Crystal was nonplussed. She was obviously trying to remember saying this. My face darkened at Arron’s questions.
Shaking her head, Crystal said, “No, baby. I’m sure he is your father. Call him Daddy.” Evidently, she couldn’t recall anything in the past.
“Really?” Arron was still skeptical. He looked at Laura for assistance and asked, “Grandma, is Mommy saying the truth?”
A complex expression was on Laura’s face as she nodded. “Yes, Arron. He is your father.”
“You can trust me. The king is Laura’s son. You call Laura Grandma, which makes him your father,” Crystal explained.
“Okay, I see!” Finally, Arron softly agreed with a nod. Then he turned around, his bright eyes fixed on me. “Daddy.”
Rufus’ POV
When Arron’s sweet childish voice reached my ears, I felt like my heart skipped a beat.
Even my mother, who was always so self- composed, turned away to wipe her tears. I touched Arron’s head. For a moment, several emotions overwhelmed me. I’d never imagined that Crystal and I had really been together in the past, and such a cute boy was my son.
“Good boy! You’re so sweet.” When I ruffled Arron’s soft hair, tears welled up in my eyes.
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