I cried for hours.

I had only just met my son, and she had taken him away, just like that. I never thought I would want to meet Eddie, it seemed to unreal for me to have a son while I was with Michael, it just didn't seem right.

"Hey, now. It's going to be ok." Michael comforted me even though I wasn't really listening.

"No. Eddie. No." I kept repeating, but it was muffled by Michaels jumper.

"I know."

"Ok. Ok." I breathed. Michael let me go and put his hands on my shoulders.

"Now, you listen to me. It's going to be ok. I forgive you."

Michael could never hold a grudge. I sniffed and tried to "man-up" as best I could.

"Ok. Ok." I repeated, wiping my tears.

"What do you want to do now?" He asked gently.

"I know what I want to do." I walked upstairs.

"Lee? You've been up there a while. Do you want company?" Michael called.

When he got no answer, Michael decided to climb upstairs to see what I was doing.

"What are you doing?" He came into our bedroom.

"I don't know." I lay on the bed, face down.

"Come on. Don't be sad." He started stroking my hair. It soothed both of us.

"I'm sorry." I sat up and put my head in my hands.

He put his arm around my shoulder.

"Come watch some TV." He stood up, almost dragging me with him.


I slumped on the sofa and sank in.

The news came on, I wasn't watching the TV though. I was looking out the window behind me.

"Oh my God!" I jumped up.

"What?" Michael looked with me, he had the same reaction.

We ran to the door and sprinted to the road.

"Daddy!" Eddie hugged my leg.

"Eddie? What are you doing here?" Michael asked as he could see I was speechless.

Eddie shrugged and hid behind me, obviously not remembering Michael.

"Ok. Does your... mommy know you're here?" I sank to Eddie's level. He shook his head vigorously.

"We need to get you back home." Michael said, walking closer to us.

"Why?" I asked, not facing him.

"Lee, I hope you're not thinking what I think you're thinking." He walked around to look into my wide eyes. "You are thinking it! No, Lee!" He knew me too well.

"He's my son, not yours. You can't decide anything that happens to him." I stood up, keeping a firm hold of Eddies hand in mine.

"Daddy? Am I naughty for running away from the big men?" Eddie asked me, looking frightened.

"No. Now, run inside and watch the television. Ok?" I said sweetly before turning back to Michael.

"Leave him alone. He's done nothing wrong." I said fiercely.

"I'm not blaming him. I'm blaming you. You should take him back to Sandra, or at least call her and tell her." He shook my shoulders, trying to make me see sense.

"No. I have as much right as she does."

At that point I heard a smash coming from the house.

"Shit. Eddie!" I sprinted towards the open door.

"Eddie?" Michael shouted as we searched for him.

"Up here, Daddy!" Eddie stood at the top of the stairs. "Sorry." He said, almost crying.

"Hey. Its ok. What happened?" I jumped up the stairs and followed him to my room. He pointed at something.

"Oh. Never mind." I said calmly, even though I felt somewhat different to calm as I looked at the smashed picture of me.

"Oh." Michael had come in behind me.

Glass was everywhere and the wooden frame had broken.

"Never mind." He echoed me.

"Stay away, you could hurt yourself." I said, starting to pick up the bigger piece's of glass.

Eddie suddenly burst into tears.

"Hey, its ok!" I comforted.

"I want Mommy!" He wailed.

"Ok. I'll call her." Shit.

The End

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