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|• Chapter Three: Part Two •|

"Are you staying here all day?"

"From what it looks like unless if Uncle Will says that Daddy and I have to go," I picked up the small boy, and lead him into the kitchen, sitting him down on the countertop so I could grab the cookies from the cabinet. I handed my son the little cookies once the package opened. "Here,"

He smiled brightly, immediately taking a bite of the chocolate chip cookie. Crumbs fell down onto his lap. I brushed off the small crumbs from his jeans.

"What do you think sounds good for lunch?

"Peanut butter sandwiches!" He laughed, and moved the toy into my face. I pushed the toy from my face, laughing at Brandy's facial reaction.

"Your so silly!" I laughed,"so pb&j and chips? How about that?" I asked

Brandy's eyes lit up. He smiled, his mouth covered in cookie. "Mhm, yes," he muffled as he stole an extra cookie.

I pursed my lips and grinned. "That's three, not two," I laughed softly, Brandy stuck out his tongue and laughed a bit more,"sooo, I will eat lunch,"

"You better," I pointed at him, and shoved the box of cookies on the top shelf, reading up there on my top toes. I pulled out the peanut butter before shutting the cabinet, and getting the load of bread side by side,"what chips?"

Brandy grinned,"uhmmmm... Doritos!" He exclaimed, cheerfully.

"Doritos sound good," I smiled softly, Brandy kicked the cabinets with his feet, he laughed, running his toy dinosaur up my arm. "Look Momma!"

I looked down at my arm, seeing his little dinosaur toy walk up it,"Your silly,"

"Yeah! I am!" Brandy made a silly face, which caused me to laugh. He smiled and then perked up,"Dad!" He held out his toy to Anson's direction. I felt my rosy cheeks go dry, loosing their color by the second. "Hey,"

Anson slowly walked over, he sighed and leaned against the kitchen counter,"that's a nice toy Brandy," Anson said dryly. He smiled a little.

"It's a dinosaur! Rawr!" He waves his small toy side to side, in Ansons direction again. I smiled, holding back any other emotion, or feeling—anything else that I wanted to say— I wanted to do in this perplexed moment. Why was Anson here?

"Hey buddy, i gotta go talk to your mom here, can you go in the living room? Or back upstairs?" Anson asked, he didn't bother to help Brandy get down from the countertop.

"Sparks, be careful," I said softly, holding onto his small body when he dropped on the ground. Brandy got up, after grunting when he fell,"I'm okay," he said before he pushed out of my arms, and ran off.

"What the fuck was that?" I asked Anson quietly. He shrugged, gripping onto the edge of the counter,"I didn't want to touch the kid,"

"His disabilities aren't contagious, you know that Anson," I grumbled,"he's a very smart kid, if he was sick he wouldn't be in here, and I wouldn't let him in here," Anson pursed his lips.

    "What?! You said you wanted to talk! So fucking talk!" I rose my voice a bit. My hands trembled as I messed with the clasps on the bag of bread. "Please..."

    "You know what, I need a drink," Anson spoke after a moment. He walked across the kitchen to the liquor cabinet Will had installed. Anson grabbed a bottle of gin, popping the top off and grabbing a glass to pour it in. The liquor swished into the thin glass he grabbed.

    "I'm sorry I'm not understanding Brandy, I know he's my kid, but you know I didn't mean too get you pregnant with him,"

    "Don't—"