Chapter 9 - Papa and Mama Should Not Fight (1) (2/2)

“Mama, your scent, it feels like home. I can’t believe we’re sleeping together again… I’m so happy.”

”……”

Josh, why must your voice be full of happiness?

The word “mother’s scent” made my heart ache for I know I will never become his mother. He is not of my blood… he is not my son.

I looked down at the child with nothing to say. He pretended to sleep with his eyes shut tight as if to stop me from answering.

I could see his eyelids closing and opening. Heh, he’s not even sleeping.

I hope my scent is enough. I hope it reaches Josh. I hope he’ll be able to smell the scent of his birth mother. I hope he won’t ever feel sad.

It was strange to feel such strong feelings by a child who I had only known for a few hours. Maybe it was his innocence that allowed him to snake his way in my heart.

I felt Josh hug me tighter. I smiled and closed my eyes and gently stroked his soft, delicate, blonde hair.

Tomorrow, when John wakes up from his sleep, I know he won’t like what he would soon see… but I wonder… I wonder what will happen the moment he drives me out of the mansion. Today might be a dream. If it is, I hope it’ll continue. I would hate to part with this cute little child.

Soon after, my thoughts were becoming dull…

Everything became dark…

Blurry…

John slept soundly. He was at peace for once. Maybe it was because he saw Senna in his dreams.

After losing her, he was never the same. He never slept. The night was horribly long, and he drowned himself in wine every chance he found for he’d never be able to sleep until he’s drunk. If he doesn’t drink, Senna’s face… she won’t go away.

Time made everything dull, and the longing for her grew heavier as time passed. It was strange.

The image of her, she never seemed to leave until he was caught in his drunken stupor. But it was strange. Last night, she appeared in his dreams.

He recalled it vividly too. He couldn’t forget the way he felt when he held her in his arms like he had always dreamed. It was as if his imagination was in touch with reality.

John slowly rose from the bed and touched his temples. It was pounding and it ached. He thought of how he should reduce his alcohol for Josh’s sake.

Then, he realized that he was not alone in his bed.

He turned his head sideways. What he saw was…

“Senna?”