Chapter 136 - Absolutely, Positively 10: Like Father, Like Son (1/2)

”Sammy, sweetheart, are you okay?” Jena asked worriedly by the bathroom's door.

Sammy was having a stomachache and said he wanted to poop. Normally, her son would go to the loo alone as Sam was an independent kid, and so, she was wondering why her son was acting like a big baby today.

Then again, it must be the crowd. The multitude of strangers making her little boy shy and clingy— not that Jena would complain. At least she had an excuse to take a break from the whirlwind of people and sit down for a change.

”Sammy? Do you want mom to come inside?”

”No mom. Just stay there,” her son answered and Jena sighed as she walked towards the bed and sat there.

She had brought Sam in her and Alvin's room for another purpose. She wanted to think. She couldn't get Alvin's friends' words off her mind now that she had an opportunity to be alone.

They called Sam a love child when it was just the opposite. It's not that she hated Sam's biological father— well not anymore, not after she gave birth. He gave Jena her son after all. She just didn't want to think about him. But lately, she wondered about his identity.

”What do you know… It's King's love child.”

”Oh Jena, you don't have to keep it from us. We know your love story. We were there when you first met king anyway. We just didn't know you and king really hooked up eight years ago.”

Alvin's friends' words echoed in her head and she frowned. They made it sound like they had met a long time ago instead of just a while ago.

KING…

”King?” she whispered the name as she racked her brains.

KING.

EIGHT YEARS AGO.

Jena couldn't remember anything eight years ago except for that one fateful night at the club. Wait a minute…

CLUB

Her eyes widened as she recalled something.

Her 'friends' had long since abandoned her on the table for the dance floor to watch someone called 'king' perform and she was left on her own with the guy who seemed to have been born with eight hands. The guy was forever trying to grope her but she had managed to fend him off so far.

KING. DANCE FLOOR. EIGHT YEARS AGO.

”Who is this 'king'?” Jena wondered out loud, her brain trying to squeeze out memories she'd long since abandoned but desperately wanted to remember now. ”And what does he have to do with Sammy?” she asked again, wondering if this man called ”king” was the one who rȧpėd her.

Unfortunately, there was not enough time to ponder about these things. There was still a wedding party ongoing outside and she needed to return. Since Sammy was taking too long in the toilet, Mrs. So came inside and insisted that she took her place in taking care of Sammy since the guests were looking for the bride. It was rude not to show herself to them so she reluctantly agreed.

Soon the guests left one by one and the couple had time of peace. Jena's family helped out with the clearing of the place so the couple was able to go and look for their son who apparently really got sick.

In the end, they didn't have a wedding night.

”How is he?” Alvin asked his wife worriedly as he hovered over the bed where Jena and their son slept.

Sam's feigned stomachache became real when night came. It seemed his son ate something bad or ate too much of something from the buffet table when his parents were busy circulating among the guests. The older So couple offered to watch over their grandson since Jena's family had already gone home, but she knew they were both tired also and so she insisted on doing the guarding.

”He's okay now. He's not vomiting anymore,” she answered weakly, obviously exhausted making her husband frown.

Since the two hadn't planned on going on a honeymoon immediately, postponing it to next week since Alvin still had tons of paperwork to do, Jena didn't allow her husband to stay up with her so the president could go to work. In contrast to her haggard appearance, Alvin was now dressed immaculately in his suit.

”You look like you didn't get any sleep,” Alvin commented worriedly as he reached for his wife to brush the strand of hair on her face and cupped her cheek. ”Why don't you go for a while? Take a shower and eat,” he said. ”I'll watch Sammy while you do.”

”But – ” Jena started to protest but Alvin shook his head at her.

”Go. I'll take care of Sammy,” he said as he pulled his wife from the bed.

”But won't you be late?” she asked with that adorable pout of hers and Alvin couldn't resist planting a kiss on those delectable lips.