Chapter 73 I CAN’T WAIT TO MEET HIM

• Kiara's POV
• I tugged away Aiden's clothing, preparing him for a cool bath. However, he was not giddy as he always does. Anytime he realizes that I would be bathing for him, he's always thrilled and excited. But tonight, my prince charming wasn't smiling, let alone grin. Again, he'd been silent and was only pronouncing little words which were very unlike him, “Is there something you want to tell me about, sweetheart?” I asked him sweetly, peering into his cute eyes with uneasiness. He equally stared at my face for a long moment. There was no trace of a smile on his face, and he was looking so sad. Tossing his clothes aside and cupping his face in my hands, “Tell me something, darling. Did anyone hurt you in school?” My voice grew more in apprehension as I could feel my throat constricted in pain at the prospect of him being hurt by some stranger or anybody. “What is the meaning of bastard, mommy?” He suddenly asked, catching me off guard as to why he was asking that out of the blues. After staying silent for several seconds, “Why are you asking this, Aiden?” I asked softly, framing his jaw in my hands. Pouting his lips, he began, “Yesterday, mommy, Uncle Henry had called me that when he was angry” My eyes opened wide in shock and terror while my heart slammed into my chest. My hands that were pressed firmly to his cheeks were now trembling. I managed to squeeze out a big smile, “Henry was only talking to himself then, my love” I let out. Naturally, I would have addressed him as his dad instead of Henry but even he himself doesn't recognize my son as his for him to have proclaimed such an awful word openly. So, what's the point? Nonetheless, It's my duty to prevent my son from knowing the truth, at least not so soon. Aiden was still way younger than he appears. He mustn't understand all these awful languages at this little stage. “No, mommy. Uncle Henry was not talking to himself. He was very angry at me for not calling him dad and that's why he ended up calling me a bastard” Tears had blurred his vision by the time he completed his words. “No, my dear, please don't cry” I cooed, pulling him gently into my chest. My throat twisted, while my eyes were now swimming in tears.
• “I'm sorry, mommy” I glanced at his face in my arms as we both lay on his bed. “For what, baby?” I quizzed, without breaking off my fingers that were playing with his soft and silky hair. “I don't know what it means to be called a bastard, but I'm certain the word is not a good word, mommy” I shut my eyes as my hands balled into fists. “I'm sorry for bringing trouble between you and Uncle Henry.” My eyes became moist with tears, but I refused to let them drop, I continued to play with his hair, “Why won't you call Henry your dad?” I asked subconsciously, looking down at his small face which suddenly crumbled into a deep frown after heeding my question, “I already told you, mommy, Uncle Henry isn't my dad” He protested, “But I've never shown anyone else to you as your dad aside Henry, Aiden” I retorted, sitting up in the bed. He also sat up, looking at my face with a beaming face. “You don't need to tell me, mommy. I already saw my dad in my dreams, and he's coming to get me soon. Both me and you, mommy” I felt my heart miss out while my eyes widened with horror and shock, gulping in an obvious effort to compose myself, “What are you saying, Aiden? No one is coming to get us, this is where we both belong” I said with a chuckle in my voice, reaching out to take his hand and patting it. “You'll see for yourself, mommy” he grinned as he voluntarily crawled into my arms, “But let me tell you how my dad looks now, so you'll be able to identify him immediately” I sucked in a long breath, wondering to myself how I've managed to gave birth to an extremely smart kid. “His hair is black just like mine, he has green eyes just like mine, he's a tall man with broad shoulders like a superhero, just like me” the happiness that was containing his voice knew no bounds, and I could only stare at him as he wriggled in my grip. “We're looking very much alike, mommy. I can't wait to meet him, to meet my dad” I hugged him tightly to myself and by this time, the tears that I was keeping from falling finally fell uncontrollably.