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Our boys

"You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have"                                - F. Scott Fitzgerald

 Scott Fitzgerald

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Mariana's POV

A week came and went
With small interactions between us
Awkward interactions
As I never knew what to say and Alfie never knew how to act.

We fell into step of talking when needed
And in the quiet we stole glances of each other
His longer than they ever used to be
He stared like a lost lover
Though I suppose he was one.

"Are you listening?" Ada asked
"What?" I asked, snapping back into reality
"You'll get him at 7 yeah?" She asked, holding Laurence
"Yeah" I said
"I mean it you have to be on time" she said
"Yes I will" I insisted
She looked ready to burst

"Did you hear?" She asked
"Of?"
"Michael. Gina had the baby" she said
"Oh, yay" I said as enthusiastically as I felt
"A boy. Henry" she said

"How nostalgic" I commented
"I suppose Polly would of approved" she said
"Yes, she definitely would have" I agreed
I hadn't thought of her much
I had blocked it all out
It was easier to stay away from Birmingham and keep her alive in my mind

Than face the truth
That she was gone
That I had no mother to console me when times were rough.
Not anymore
We truly were grown up now
Fending for ourselves.

"Tommy looked into her, you know who her family are?" She asked
"No" I said
"Jack Nelson?" She said
"Yeah?"
"Her uncle" she said

Fucking hell
Everyone's got an uncle in American business have they?
"Jack fucking Nelson" I scoffed
He was an idiot
An effective idiot. But an idiot nonetheless.

"He here?" Alfie asked
"Yeah, he's upstairs, I'm going to talk to him and then I... I don't know, I'll bring him down I guess" I said
I dreaded this. Telling Carter
Wondering how he would take it.
He was turning 7 this year
He was too smart for his age.

And I knew he would hate me for this
Hate Alfie too
"Sounds like a plan Dove" he said, sitting down
"Don't call me that" I said, before going upstairs.

Finding Carter in his room, reading
"Darling, can we talk?" I asked, sitting on his bed
He lowered his book, looking at me confused

"Come here" I said, patting the space beside me as he sat up.

"Now... do you remember when we talked about dad? And how he wasn't here anymore but he was alright, because he was in heaven" I began
He nodded
"Well... somethings happened. And... well there was a mistake. A mix up..." I tried to explain

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