Thea’s Point of View
I had already started walking toward them in order to pass them, but when Cray saw Craig, he immediately started crying again. What exactly should I do with this guy? What if Craig is unable to disabuse himself of the notion that Cray is his son?
“Daddy!!!” He had just started crying and expressed interest in going with Craig. Craig quickly averted his gaze away from my child. Will what he did to me cause me any harm? I am the one who prevents my son from interacting with him.
I can’t leave because Cray was not holding Craig’s shoulder. Asking his dad to carry him.
When I turned my head to look at Felicity, I noticed that she was smiling as she looked at me. Because of her smile, I just can't help but lose control of my temper, despite my best efforts. Angry thoughts start to fill my head. It appeared in her smiles that she was enjoying the fruits of her victory. I had the intention of protecting Cray from his biological father, but I didn't anticipate that Felicity would be the one to derail my plan all by herself.
I let go of Cray and allowed him to go with Craig. While I was looking at Felicity, Craig gave me a surprised expression and looked at me. I made a defensive posture and cocked an eyebrow in her direction. I am a good person, but I don't want to lose my patience, especially when I'm being teased because I'm easily irritated.
"Cray, it's time for us to head back home. In addition, the house is filthy, and neither the bottles nor the milk can be found. Let's go. It would appear that your daddy is keeping himself busy as well.” While I was facing Felicity and making my statement, I cocked an eyebrow. The surprise that could be seen in Felicity's eyes was impossible to conceal. The obvious stiffness of Craig was noticeable to me as well. I demonstrate my victory over Felicity by flipping my hair in her direction.
I turn to Craig and get Cray looking at me again. It’s obvious that Craig still can’t believe what I said because he seems to have weakened. Because I just easily got Cray on him. When I was about to walk to open the door through which they passed, he restrained my hand and foot so that I could not open it completely. He stared at me intently first; they were all waiting for what he would do next.
“I-in my condominium ... clean.” He barely had a voice when he said that. I gave Cray to him to make Felicity even angrier. If she thinks I’m still the same as before, like dumb, not knowing what to fight for, and remaining stupid to what I see and hears; she is mistaken. Time and pain have shaped me. I thought when I came back here I would see the new Felicity, but I seem to be mistaken.
“Where is your car? We have to go to the market first to buy new bottles and milk for Cray as well.” I went out first and the two of them followed. When the wind hit me there, I just realized what I had done inside the house. Immaturity enveloped me again.
When I looked back at Craig to hopefully pick up Cray, I saw Cray laughing and smiling as his father played with him. That was the first time I saw him having so much fun. Instead of taking him, I just went straight to his car. When we were all there, I picked up Cray. I saw the fear in Craig’s eyes. I sighed and then spoke.
“Open the door, Cray and I are hopping in.” I can no longer deny to him that the child I am holding is his child. In name only. I used to want Craig to be remembered by that name. I gave him the right to my son using the analogy of the names of the two of them.
After all, he had already driven his car. I never imagined that I would reach a point in my life where I would be able to ride in the same vehicle with Craig once more. His hair is unnecessarily long. It appeared as though my absence had caused him a great deal of suffering. When I looked at him, his gaze was fixed on the road in front of us. Due to the fact that his hair was in the way, I was unable to get a good look at his face. Cray is currently seated in my lap. Suddenly, I had an idea. I am aware that my justification is not very good.
“Cut your hair. Cray doesn’t like people with long hair.” I averted my face from him and then looked at Cray, who was now playing.
He did not say a word. The sun was still bright, so we went straight to the market. I already bought Cray’s necessities. I don’t know where we will stay, whether in his condominium or at my parents’ mansion.
Surprisingly, when we had just returned from Turkey, it was because of him I immediately proceeded as if nothing had happened to the two of us.
He took a cart and put Cray there. He pushed it while I bought milk and bottles. Cray has a bottle in our luggage, but it’s better to buy a new one. We were just like a normal family. Happy grocery shopping.
I would have taken the milk when someone suddenly held her hand to the box. I tried to strengthen my pull, but the handgrip was too tight. The two of us scrambled as Craig spoke from behind me.
“What are you two doing?” We both looked at Craig to hopefully say what the woman who was fighting with me did when I also heard the voice of the familiar man.
“Thea?”
I looked at who was calling me and saw Ray pushing the cart while there was a child in the cart like Craig. When I looked at who the woman was fighting with me earlier, we both screamed as we both recognized our faces.
“Megan!”
“Thea!”