#Afictionalstory

“Is he going for the entire weekend?”My gaze to the screen. I sit on her white sofa as she rests her head on my lap and the rest of her weight lying flat on a three-occupant sofa.

Her son is in the next room, waiting for his father to pick him up. My heart aches every time they get close. Even if it’s for the child’s sake, I still get insecure. What if the inevitable comes to life? A sudden end to what we have might hit me hard. Thoughts race as I watch with little attention. A sudden knock, “It must be him,” she abruptly departs from my lap to get the child from his room. I gently get up to see who could be at the door. A slient open clears all doubts. His intimidating physique stands at the door.

“Oh, Hey… I didn’t expect to find you here!” He states with less concern. ” Where is he?” His eyes wander through the door to trace his son.

“Getting ready… Do you mind coming?” I speak kindly. Astonished, he responds to the invitation, “I will just wait here.”.

“We are ready,” screaming from the bedroom. I look back, and there Jackie comes with the little one.

As they come close, I see her hand holding a small suitcase.

©Joeln