A week has passed since my son was admitted to the hospital, Kahin has been behaving like a jerk, he is demanding and very rude when things are not done the way he wants, in conclusion he is the same tyrant I once knew. He thinks that only our son deserves the attention of all the health personnel, but when I try to make him come to his senses, he only tells me to go with my sun. He has not let them give our son an outlet, once he stabilized, he started with a stubborn cough that could end in asthma, it could be treated at home, which he did not accept, he did not want to risk it.
He has many bad things, but I also have to accept what a great father he is, he has behaved wonderfully with our son, he has shown that happiness and euphoria that he did not show at the beginning, he is jealous with our son, my little sun. He has been able to see it, meanwhile he reproaches me and blames me for keeping my son a secret and for having been absent during the pregnancy and childbirth, which is very unfair on his part.
Kahin and I are becoming more separated and more distant, when I try to talk to him, if it is not something with reference to our son, he ignores me and leaves. My sun on the other hand decided to stay in his apartment, he does not want to be close to my mother's house and I understand him, the house is small and I cannot have them both there, Fatima came after him, apparently there was a strong argument between her and Mica, I have not been able to speak well with my friends, being in the hospital all the time, it was not easy.
“Now you will go home,” the doctor who has been caring for my son and the brunette, because she also pays him the same attention, smiles seeing my son, “I'm going to miss him a lot,” she makes a pout that turns my stomach.
"Will you miss my son or his father?" I ask no matter how rude I heard myself, every time she could she would go out to eat with Kahin, she's a bitch.
"You don't have to answer that Nayelis," he smiles at her as he gives me a warning look.
"I just want the papers to go," I look at him bitterly, lately my heart feels nothing but hatred and resentment.
"You can go find them," he said and I hissed and leave the place, I'm the one who takes care of the paperwork, after all Kahin doesn't know anything about the baby and I have refused to tell him anything.
Once they fill out my brown file and I have everything arranged, I go back to the room to prepare him. Kahin is a failure, he does not know how to change his diaper or put his clothes on properly, Lucy has tried to teach him, but the man does not learn.
"Can you be less rude to the woman who has taken such good care of our son?" He smiled like a madman and I looked at him.
"Do you know she's just about to fuck you? That’s if you haven't done it already, anything can be expected from you. Don't ask me to be nice to a person who only uses my son to get to you, wake up Kahin, I'm not willing to allow you to expose my son to those kinds of people,” focusing again on my son, I prepare him, I smile when I was done, “my pretty brown, you are handsome my boy,” my baby laughs and babbles.
“Today we have the appointment in court,” my heart stops when I hear that, taking my son in my arm I look at his father with hatred, “do not look at me like that, I had forgotten to tell you, my son will go with Carla and they will wait at home with your mother, let's hurry,” swallowing the lump that forms in my throa,t I go ahead, he must carry the bags, I don't intend to do it myself.
“Look, there is Grandpa Malcolm and Aunt Carla, say hello my love,” my friend approaches me and takes my son in her arms, the desire to cry invades me, Carla who has already spoken with me smiles. "Everything will be very fine skinny, you'll see," I nod over and over, wiping my eyes so that the tears will stop falling.
"Take good care of my son please, take good care of him," I help my friend get into the car and I say goodbye to my son with a kiss, Kahin is taking advantage of my vulnerability and my fatigue to attack me and I will not forgive him for this.
"Where are you going?" Kahin asks behind my back, smiling at Malcolm who is talking to him, I ignore him to continue my way. "Fuck Marilí I'm talking to you."
I sigh exhausted, “to hell, do you want to come?" I ask the same thing I told him once at the beginning of our dispute, this time it will be more serious and I am not going to lose, he has not let me explain to him no matter how much I have tried and to be honest I am not the one who should be after him.
"I hate when you answer that way."
I stop a cab, “oh what a shame, I'm sorry to be so rude but what did you expect? What awaits you to leave together as a happy fucking couple knowing what you're doing to me? Fuck you Kahin,” I pout and showing the middle finger, I get into the taxi, I immediately call the lawyer that my sun hired, I didn't know when Kahin would start with this, but I'm ready.
The road makes me unsettling, Kahin and I are nowhere to be hurt just because he refuses to listen to me, I just want to see his face when he realizes that what he is doing is stupid.
Once in court, I go to where we are going to meet with the lawyers, I cannot believe that I am in this. After passing the door of the room, the surprise of seeing Kahin there before me is reflected in my face, but it is not as noticeable as when I see that man who was there the day I sold my virginity to him.
"Miss Cook" he gets up from his post and holds out his hand when he reaches me, still fuzzy I shake it.
“What irony,” I finally smile at the ridiculousness of the situation, “one day he made me sign a contract and now he will make me sign another one so as not to take my son out of the country,” he is not surprised by what I say.
"As I thought, he did not sit idly by, huh ?" One of the chairs around the table was empty and he points it to me. Giving a deep sigh, I sit down.
“Of course I wasn't going to just stay like that, it's my son we're talking about, although it should be noted that all this will be a waste of time.”
I look at Kahin reproachfully, "it must be difficult for you to have clients like him Mr. Hamann,” I smile bitterly, looking back at the lawyer.
“You are still the same young lady, dangerous and very hurtful,” he smiles, “I'm glad you haven't changed.”