The Return Of His Ex Wife-Chapter 45: Heart To Heart Talk

Arlo’s POV

Seated alone there with the restaurants attendants treating me like some guest who wanted to be left alone seemed relaxing enough. Had it been up to ten minutes I’d been here? It seemed even shorter. Making me wonder what little Richard was doing here all by himself! Oh wait, he was coming towards my table.

I heaved in a heavy sigh. I wasn’t ready for this. What would I say to him? Did Tara force him to come here? My mind briefly crossed the moment I had shared with Tara earlier at the hospital. That hug was everything I needed...still, it didn’t feel enough in some way. I realized now that Tara wasn’t the one I had been mad at. I was angry at myself. But why?

"Hey little buddy," I said as Richard made his way over to my table. He took his seat opposite of mine and kept his gaze locked on mine. I promised myself not to feel overwhelmed or anxious. The kid was just seven years old! But to be honest, Richard wasn’t always intimidating, especially when he didn’t even mean to be. "Did Tara ...I mean, did mommy send you over? Or was it my sister?"

He shook his head in response. "I told mommy I wanted to be here with you." He said simply. "What did you order? I’m hungry. We haven’t had anything to eat since last night when we came rushing down to the hospital." He explained.

"Oh of course. What do you want to eat?"

"Same thing as you."

I nodded then signaled to the waiter to fetch us both the same dish. Then again came the silence that always seemed to overwhelm me somehow.

"I’m telling you the truth. Your sister wanted to come here after mommy said you left because you wished to be alone, buy her girlfriend kept calling so she has rushed out now. And mom knows you will take care of me so she let me come stay with you." Richard went on to explain and I was forced to flash a smile.

"Wait, so mommy went out? To where?" I blinked, realizing how creepy that must have sounded. I took in a quick breath to refresh my question. "I’m asking because I would like to know how...I mean, where to drop you afterwards? Should I take you home?"

"We’ll sort that when we get to the bridge." I actually chuckled at his response. Richard can he so...sarcastic sometimes.

"Okay Richard. We will." I replied, then we entered the stage of silence again. This time it was saved by the waiter who came with our meal. We ate silently.

"You know what, I’ll get my driver to drop you off after our meal. I’m sick, and I don’t want to infect you with my sickness, do you understand?" I said to him slowly with the hope that he would just nod and agree like a normal seven years old kid was supposed to. But I knew he had other plans.

"You know mommy went to see my real dad. He called and was asking to meet with her. She doesn’t keep things from me like before now."

My heart skipped a bit at the mention of that. Of course she would start getting close to this ex husband of hers. Who knows, they might decide to settle their dispute and get back together for the sake of Richard.

I smiled back. "Okay, thanks for telling me that." freewёbnoνel.com

"Doesn’t that make you angry? I know you love my mommy."

I nearly choked on my food that I had to carry the glass of water and empty its content. Richard looked satisfied from that reaction of like that I began to wonder if this kid was really seven years old or seventy years.

"Do you really love my mommy? Are you still romantically interested in her?"

My mouth fell open as I heard his question. "Richard, how do you know about that word? Or the combination of both words?"

He shrugged. "I love romance books now. You are so much like the male leads in these fictions. So caring and even physically well described, all of your attributes."

Now this was just too much. "You are a really smart kid, you know that right?"

"Don’t try to change subjects." He said strictly.

I gulped and swallowed hard. "Yes. I still love your mother. And I know I promised not to bother you with my dramas but you also deserve the truth. Because I know how much you respect me."

Why did it feel so hard waiting for his response like I was speaking to my future father in law?

"So you really like her." His eyes were wide open as if in shock. I, again, nodded. "Fine. Truth is, I’m really scared even though I act like I’m okay. I don’t know who my real dad will be. He gives off a bad aura, like I will end up hating him. For abandoning me and for hurting mom."

I nodded, finding myself really connected with him. "You have every right to be scared. But I’m sure your dad will really love and cherish you."

"Maybe. Or maybe I will finally get to understand why my mom has been hiding me from him all this while." He concluded.

"Truly, he might sound and act like such a dick, but deep down I know he would cherish you after seeing what an amazing person you are."

"There should be a bleep machine somewhere around." Richard teased and I was forced to laugh at his joke. "I just want my mom to be happy in the end. That’s all I want."

"You’re a good kid, Richard. I have to hand it to you."

We ate and as time passed, it gave Richard a lot of inspiration to keep throwing shades at me. But the strange part of our conversation was that I began to feel good—no, great. I felt great.

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