Life After Marriage Book 3

Hard Decisions Part 1

“Okay.” He started crying and hugged her tightly.

She hugged him back and kissed his forehead, then peeled him away, walking out the front door.

Octavian went on the porch and watched her leave waving. Once she left he sat on the stairs crying with his head on his knees. I went out there after him, closing the door behind me.

Sata and Auggie opened the door.

“You guys go back.”

“But mommy why did daddy do that?” Sata asked.

“Sata please go back inside, take Auggie with you. We will be in, in a second.”

“I love you Octavian.” Sata said by the door.

“Love you too.” He said through his tears.

Sata started to cry, then closed the door.

“Come here.” I told Octavian to sit on my lap.

He did and he wrapped his arms around my neck and cried. “I want my mommy.”

“You’ll get her. She’ll be back to get you. Calm down, sweetie.”

“Can we go get her now?”

“I can’t do it now. But I’ll do it later okay?”

“Okay.” He laid his head back on my shoulder.

I rubbed his back to calm him down a little more.

“Why did he do that?” He asked me.

“He was just concerned for you. He doesn’t like your mommy treating you mean.”

“She doesn’t do it all the time. Just when she drinks. She’s a great mommy.” He rubbed his eyes, his head still on my shoulder.

“I’m sure she is baby. But you don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

“She doesn’t mean it.”

 “I know, but still. Something very bad could’ve happened to you.” He scooted his face more into my neck and played with my earrings.

No matter how intellectually advanced he was, he was still a child. He still thought like a child. Loved like a child. And acted like one. Therefore in this moment, he needed to be comforted like a child.

And deep down more than anything for him, I wanted to make sure his mother got the help she needed so she could properly raise him. It was evident she loved him. And he loved her. But you could tell she was a young mother, trying to figure things out.

And hell I’m married and have money and this shit is hard. I could only imagine being broke, young, and alone trying to be a mother. I don’t agree with what she did, but I wanted to know more about her. Wanted to know her story and how I could help her get to the level she needs to be to take care of Octavian.  

“When you and your mother live in your car, where does she usually park?”

“The big parking lot at Target.” He pulled at my cheeks like an old grandma his head still on my shoulders.

“Boy stop pulling my cheeks.” I removed his hand.

He laughed then did it again.

“Boy. Stop.” I chuckled.

He laughed and tried to do it again, but I did his first.

“Owwww.” He laughed.

“Let’s go in so we can go to sleep.”