Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight
Chapter 1123 Long Time No See
Crystal’s POV:
I nervously waited for my son’s answer, afraid that it would crumble the foundation I had been building around my fragile heart.
A knot of dread formed in the pit of my stomach, and I found myself starting to think that Laura was right.
Children did need their father to be present in their lives.
And while my twins might not be old enough to make rational decisions, they were certainly old enough to know what they did and did not want.
I couldn’t be so selfish that I would inflict my own choices upon them.
“What’s wrong, Mommy?”
My little boy tugged at a strand of hair hanging on my forehead and gazed at me quizzically.
Jolting back to my senses, I tried to compose myself and act as though nothing was bothering me.
“It’s nothing. Mommy was just thinking of something. Sweetie, you haven’t answered Mommy’s question. Do you want a father?”
Arron’s lips puckered, and his brows furrowed.
“Are you getting married, Mommy?” I blinked at him, surprised by his response.
“Well. . . No. No, I’m not. It’s just that. . . The other children all have a Daddy. Don’t you envy them, Arron? Don’t you want a Daddy, too?”
My son’s expression shifted, and he gave me a smile that belied his young age.
“I don’t envy them. Arron only wants Mommy. There’s nothing much different between the other kids and me. I don’t lack anything.”
“Mommy is concerned that you will have regrets in the future.”
I held my son’s chubby face in my hands and peppered it with kisses.
“I will not have regrets as long as Mommy is by my side!”
Arron shot up to his feet and also took my face in his stubby fingers, and then planted a big, fat kiss on my cheek.
When he pulled back, there was a serious glint in his eye.
“Besides, Mommy told me that our father was a great war hero. He died in the battlefield and brought honor to our family. That’s why, Mommy, when I grow up, I will also become a fierce warrior like Daddy.”
My son’s words warmed my heart. I sniffed back my tears and whispered, “Do you really mean that, Sweetie?”
“Of course! Arron is an honest kid. Arron never lies!”
The little boy puffed up his chest and lifted his chin with pride. I was torn between laughing and crying. I picked him up and placed him on my lap.
“All right, Mommy believes in you.”
“That’s good,” Arron said emphatically.
I cuddled him for a while, but then he pulled back again with a frown.
“But if Mommy feels lonely and wants to get married, I’m willing to have a new Daddy. But you must tell Arron first.”
Amused, I chuckled and pinched his cheek.
“Don’t worry. Mommy has no plans in getting you a new Daddy. A stepfather is out of the question.”
Arron c*oc*ked his head to the side and peered at me, probably trying to determine whether I was lying or not.
“Okay!” he nodded after a moment.
“That is great, then!”
“Sweetie, Do you want to go to bed now?” I swayed him from side to side.
“Yes, please. I want to sleep.”
My boy yawned, the corners of his eyes glistening with unshed tears.
“Then go to sleep. Good night, my baby.”
I tucked my son back into bed and turned off the light.
Arron was soon fast asleep, but sleep evaded me.
My mind was swirling with thoughts of Rufus, how we had first met five years ago, and how we’d parted.
The scene at the airport, the look on his face as he stared at Adela, and the resolve in his voice when he had sworn to marry her.
The memories flashed in my mind like snippets of some melodrama.
I pressed my fingers against my temples and tried to block the images out, but it was useless.
Just then, the phone on my nightstand vibrated.
I reached for it, and found that I had received a message from a stranger. I clicked at it by instinct, thinking that it must be a spam message.
But as I read through the text, I bolted right up from the bed.
The message read, “Long time no see, Sylvia.”
It was just a single line, yet the words struck me like a bolt of lightning from above.
I pressed my fingers against my temples and tried to block the images out, but it was useless.