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Amelia Smith POV:
"Mummy! Mummy! Stawp!" My two year old son giggled, screeching as I tickled him.
It's not long before I am laughing with him. My son, Luke.
I smile at him, he was too cute. He looked exactly like me and his father imagined, exactly how everyone else imagined too. He had his black hair and my bright green eyes, he had chubby cheeks and was just the cutest ever.
"Okay, do you want some cookies?" I ask ruffling his hair. His eyes light up and he begins to jump up and down.
"Yeah!" He squeals. He lifts his arms up as he wanted me to lift him. I put him on my hip before walking in to the kitchen. I grab a freshly baked cookie that I let cool down from the batch I previously made.
There was a knock on the door, and I smile.
"Uncle Drew?" Luke whispers, whilst taking a bite out of the cookie.
I keep Luke on my hip and answer the door with a smile.
"Drew-" I'm cut off.
It wasn't Drew, no. It was someone I wished to never see again.
"Mummy, who? Who?" Luke shuffled in my arms. Luke didn't like new people, especially new men. I remembered when he began crying because the postman had a parcel for me.
I put him down, kissing his head.
"Go play with your cars Luke" I force a smile, "Drew would be here in a minute" i say and he nods before bouncing off to play with his toys.
"Who's Drew?"I hear the voice of the man I used to love. The voice that still made my knees go weak.
"That's none of your concern" I say bluntly, spinning on my heel to look at Nick Black. Luke's father and my ex husband. "Why are you here?" I asked, I made sure I looked unfazed but my heart was beating so quickly. How did he find me?
"I think you know why, sweetheart" His voice is gruff and deep, as it always was. Somehow, he looks worse than all the photos in magazines and newspapers. He had large purple bags under his eyes, his black hair was long and almost covered his eyes.
"Don't call me that!" I hiss, the nickname bought back so many memories of us being happy. "I don't know why you are here. You have no right to be here. You cheated on me, remember?" I question, tilting my head to the side and putting my hand on my hip.
"I didn't fucking cheat on you Amelia!" His voice boomed, "I loved you, i still do" His voice broke and it shattered my heart. Though, I made it look like I didn't care. "You are my world" his whispers brokenly, "why would I risk losing someone as valuable as you for her?" he spat 'her'. His eyes softened and he looked at me desperately.
"I don't care what you and that bitch done" I say, the memories flooding my mind. I can't believe of all people it was my best friend, well, now ex best friend.
"Amelia, please believe me" he begs, his eyes seemed to water but I turned on my heel away from him.
"Mummy" Luke runs in, tears running down his face.
"What's wrong baby?" I ask, wiping his tears and lifting him up.
"I hurt" he cried, putting his hand out. I kissed it better, like I knew he wanted me to. He always had.
"Aw my poor baby" I say, hugging him closely to me.
I see Nick look at our son. He didn't know I was pregnant at the time, I was actually planning a surprise to tell him when I found out. However, when I got those photos, I ran away after filling out divorce papers. We argued for a bit and he always tells he didn't. But I knew they were too close.
"Who's son is that?" His voice is soft. He walks in and shuts the door behind him.
I stay quiet, making sure my baby boy was okay.
"How old is he?" He asked.
"2" I say quietly.
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