My Son(5)

On returning home she had walked around her flat wringing her hands and waiting for his return but he never had and when by tea time the next day he had still not returned Kelly had allowed her friend to bring Max home.

As they were once more left alone Kelly had hugged the small child kissing him on his fat cheeks. She had looked into his gorgeous eyes and was momentarily reminded of another set of eyes that had looked at her with such scorn. Tickling the little boy much to his delight, she had said gently

“You would never look at me like that, would you my darling” however, the small child had just looked back at her sweetly with laughing eyes.

Realising that she had not seen or heard any more from him in 2 days, Kelly had begun to hope that Marc De Santo had changed his mind, perhaps he had only wanted to make sure that she was not trying to get money from him. Yes that was it she had thought to herself a sense of relief washing over her – he just didn’t want to have to pay her off, reminded of his words

“If you are trying to get money...”

This was enough to change Kelly’s mood, as she had reproached herself for her panic realising that Marc De Santo was not a man who wanted to be saddled with a baby, a child would never fit into his life style she had assured herself once more smiling.

For the rest of the evening she had bathed and played with the small boy who had giggled and coo-d contentedly in her arms, before finally she had put him into his cot before collapsing onto her own bed. The previous night she had not slept with sheer fear of losing her beloved Max and now exhausted she had quickly fallen into a deep sleep.

Coming around groggily Kelly had taken a moment to register what had awakened her before realising that the door bell was ringing. Still half asleep she had pulled herself out of bed standing at the door before she had really had time to wake up.

Carefully she had opened it, her befuddled mind wondering what the post man was bringing her as she had peered out, her eyes still heavy with sleep. Seeing him standing there had woken her quickly, the surge of fear that crashed through her body freezing her to the spot as Mark De Santo had stood on the doorstep as darkly handsome as ever.

“Is he in now” the man before her had said, before pushing the door open further, not waiting for an invite as he had marched purposefully into her flat

As he had moved closer to the room the sleeping child laid, Kelly had regained the use of her legs and in panic ran ahead of him blocking the door to the child’s room with her body, her arms outstretched.

“Please, please” she whispered “don’t”

About to push past her Marc had looked down at her face and hesitated, shocked to see the panic in her eyes

“He is my son” he had said more softly seeing as Kelly had looked imploringly at him “no….please…….you’ll frighten him”

This had the effect of stopping him in his tracks as he had looked from the door of the room to the woman who stood using her small body as a barrier to try to keep him from entering, like a mother protecting her child from danger he thought to himself. He was once again hit with just how beautiful she was despite the fact that her hair which hung around her face and shoulders was mused up from sleep. She wore no make-up yet her skin seemed to radiate a natural warm glow and looking deeply into her eyes he had once again thought how a man could get lost in those large blue eyes, eyes which were now so full of fear and panic.

He had stepped back, watching as her body had relax a little.

“I don’t want to frighten him” he had said slowly “but I am not leaving here without seeing him”

Kelly had nodded in submission and slowly he had turned and moved into the room he presumed correctly to be the kitchen, as Kelly had followed relieved that he had not entered Max’s room.

For several seconds they had both stood silently in the kitchen, Kelly still trying to catch her breath from the emotional turmoil, while he had seemed cool and totally in control of his emotions as he had sat on one of the bar stools which had been pushed under the worktop.

Kelly had flicked her eyes over him seeing that he was that day dressed casually in jeans and a polo shirt sporting some designer logo which she had instantly recognised. The top seemed to accentuate the contours of his lean body and flatness of his stomach and despite the panic she felt Kelly had felt the prickle of awareness at his presence. Having him so close stirred something deep within her, and she could easily understand why women would fall at his feet, as he effortlessly exuded a raw sexual power which she had pushed to the back of her mind. Yes she could see how he could attract all those women, like moths to a candle she had thought sadly, only Trudy had been the one to be burnt