~ Chapter 3 - Edited

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I stand in the door way stunned; dread filling me at the thought of him finding out about Jayden.

"I...ugh...I've got to go, I'm really busy!" I tell him, ready to shut the door.

"Bye Keegan!" Jayden shouts excitedly from behind me, bounding up to the door and waving frantically at his friend.

Oliver's eyes snap towards him, widening as they take him in. I know what he is seeing, himself, Jayden is a mini replica of his dad, same green eyes, same brown hair, same facial structure, and the only thing of mine he has is my button nose. People often think I'm lying when I tell them Jayden is my son as he looks nothing like me.

"Honey, go back inside!" I tell him, my voice holding a silent warning; I want him as far away from this man as possible.

Jayden pouts his little red lips, crossing his arms and huffing but doing as I say and heading towards the living room.

Oliver stands their still in shock as he keeps his eyes on Jayden's retreating figure.

"I think its best you leave" I tell him sternly, glaring at him hatefully.

"Keegan, go get in the car, and take your uncle with you, it's a game you see, how fast can you get Uncle Ollie to the car!" I tell him a fake look of enthusiasm on my face.

"I can do that!" He tells me huffing out his chest with pride. Keegan grabs Oliver’s arm and pulls, Oliver seems to shocked to do anything but follow

 And with that Oliver is out if my sight, and you know what they say, out of sight out of mind.

"Jay!" I call out to my baby boy, watching as he plays on the climbing frame in the garden, he's going to be really athletic when he grows up.

"Yes mum" he calls back, turning his head towards me as he hangs from the monkey bars.

"If you ever see that man again, you get away from him straight away, you don't look at him again, you don't speak to him, you just get away, ok baby boy" I tell him, seeing him nod as he notices the seriousness in my eyes.

"Why mum?" He enquires, as ever interested by everything.

“Because he’s not a very good man” I tell him, I hate the fact I am turning him against his father but how do I know Oliver won’t do to his son what he did to me, abandon him.

“How do you know that mum?” he asks.

"Sometimes, Jay, you just have to understand that mummy's know best" I tell him, grabbing him of the climbing frame and swinging him around, pressing my face into his hair and kissing the top of his head.

For the rest of the evening I watch on a Jayden plays in the garden, alone. I wish he had a brother or sister, but there is no way for me to give him one, his dad left and no other man wants to take on the responsibility of a six year old boy that's not even theirs.

Before I know it I am sat in my bed, Jay resting in the crook of my arm as I read him a bedtime story. As I read the words slowly and calmly Jays eye lids begin to droop. He yawns once before giving in to sleep.

He looks so peaceful when he's asleep. His long eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks, his lips are slightly parted and his cheats rises and falls in a steady rhythm.

Without waking him I slowly lower him down onto the bed, resting dis damp head into the pillow. Jay was being difficult and had decided he didn't want to have his hair dried after his bubble bath.

I lay for what seemed like hours as I stroked Jayden's hair soothingly whilst he slept.

Suddenly the bell rang, disturbing me from my activity. I lean down and press a kiss to Jay’s forehead before I get up. I pull the covers over him then close the door silently behind me.

I pad bare foot to the door, wondering who on earth would be coming round at this time. Anyone who knows me would realise that Jays bedtime is 7:45 pm and I don't like visitors after 7:30 pm because hey disturb Jays sleeping pattern.

The bell is rung again, does this person have no consideration for the six year old in my room, obviously not. "I'm coming!" I call as I make my way to the door.

I open the door as quietly as I can, only to be greeted by the face of Oliver. Just who I wanted to see, not.

"What on earth are you doing here!?" I demand, annoyed that he has pulled me away from my time with Jayden.

"I think you know why I'm here" he says quietly, scuffing his shoe on the ground like a child, “I don't know about you, but I think it's obvious why I came"

"Well, I don't want you here" I whisper shout, "no one wants you around" I continue, narrowing my eyes at the man who thinks after all this time he can walk back into my life, Jayden's life.

"Wait!" He pleads as I go to slam the door. "Please, I just want to get to know my son" he begs.

"Well of you really wanted to get to know him then you wouldn't have left me that night," I hiss at him "you have no right to come into my life now after seven years, no right to come into his life" I point viciously towards the room that Jay is sleeping in "and turn it upside down, we were done without you before, and we are fine now!" I spit out.

"If you wanted a son, I you were man enough to be a father then you would of left me a way to get hold of you" I continue "now if you don't mind I would like to get back to my son, and you know the sad thing, the only thing written under father on his birth certificate is 'unknown'" I tell him spitefully, before slamming the door in his face.

Once I get back to my room I am greeted with the bewildered look on Jays face as he stands by the bed, rubbing his eyes with his fists in Spider-Man pyjamas.

"Come on, baby, let’s go to bed" I whisper, and lay down with him stroking his hair as I sing him to sleep with soothing lullabies like I always do if he gets nightmares.

"Night, Baby" I whisper into the darkness.

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