Second Marriage

BK 2 chapter 2

Sophia

Life had been faring since the moment I'd woke up from being injected by my mom. I was furious initially but with time, I'd moved on for my son. He was my only reason. He brought the light back to my life and joy. 

My little blessing. 

I was brought out of my thoughts by the sound of my boy's happy voice. 

He's back, I smiled. 

"Assalamualaikum momma, baby is back from school" my little boy greeted, showing his sets of milk teeth as he ran to me and crushed me in a bear hug before he pecked me on my both cheeks happily. I smiled happily and ruffled his hair playfully. 

"Wa'alaikum Salam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh baby" I smile lovely at him before collecting his backpack. I fake-sterned at him while tapping my foot on the ground, "what are you supposed to do when you arrived from school?" I asked my little gem, rubbing his chubby cheeks adorably.

"Oh!" he scratched his neck while smiling sheepishly at me. One trait he took from his father. I felt a pang in my heart but shook it off and stared at my joy. 

"When baby is back from school; baby greets momma, baby lunchbox in the kitchen, baby off the uniform, baby shower and baby comes to the dining room to eat" he beamed excitedly, clapping his hands together excitedly. 

"Then what are you still doing?" I asked in a fake serious voice, fighting off the twitching of my lips. 

As he was running to the kitchen, he ran back to me in full speed and pecked me on my right cheek before he ran off again.

I shook my head in adoration while my smile broadened. 

He was the apple of my eyes. 

He was my living prayer. 

He was my hope. 

"Baby is going now" he elongated the last word in a singing way and ran off to the kitchen. 

With him always running, I hoped he wouldn't slip and fall hard on his face, I thought before shaking the bad thought away. And I smiled because my boy had become my source of happiness. 

I didn't hear his sound again and thought whether he had gone to the bathroom. 

"Boom" I dropped my phone abruptly, breathing furiously while my little boy was laughing holding his tummy. "Momma is scared, momma drops the phone," he said in between his laughter. I was glaring at him but with his laughter, I became a softy bear and I laughed along with him, pulling him to me as I ruffled his hair and rubbed his cheeks. 

His laugh was contagious like his father. 

He sat beside me momentarily after our laughter, "momma, baby has a question" he said, furrowing his brows as he looked at me. 

"Before baby asked his question," I used my index finger to shush him, "how was today in school?" I asked my boy, twirling his hair, playing with the end. 

"Momma, the school was su_su_" he struggled to pronounce the word. My eyes twinkled with happiness as I laughed hard holding my stomach. I remembered using the word last week to describe how I felt when he recited the dua before eating. Children's brains were like a magnet, they caught anything catchable. That was why it wasn't good to say bad or o.b.s.c.e.n.e words when children are around. I just said it once and my son had grabbed on it. 

He pouted, "momma laughed at me" he w.h.i.n.ed, stomping his feet on the ground. 

"Oh sorry bibi" I tickled him.

"Momma ssssttopp," he said in between his laughter. "But momma, I don't like it" he grumbled, pouting his lips.

"Sorry bibi, momma loves you" I pecked him affectionately on his cheek. 

"Momma, correct me" he pouted, sullen his face while I cooed. 

"It's superb" I pronounced it slowly to him and elongated it for him to be able to pronounce it.

"Yay!" he clapped his hands excitedly and squealed, jumping up and down. "Momma, I've learned another word" he beamed excitedly while I nodded. 

"Yeah, baby," I said, "another word to that little brain of yours" I poked his head while he grumbled. 

"Momma, teacher give me candy" he said, going inside to bring the unwrapped candy and show it to me.

"Bibi" I called out softly, patting his head, "not give but gave. Remember past tense" I chuckled lightly. 

"Oh," he exclaimed with widened eyes. "Baby forgot" he smiled sheepishly, flickered his head softly while I shook my head.

"What were you taught in school today?" I asked, bringing out his book from his backpack to check what he was taught. 

"We taught to write the number '3'" he beamed, "teacher said we should write curve and curve forms 3" he clapped his hands together while jumping before stopping abruptly.

"Momma, baby want to ask something," he said sadly, I sat upright 'what happened to my baby?'.I wondered. 

"What happened bibi," I asked in  a concerned tone and turned to him, giving him all my full concentration.

"All my classmates do.." he trailed off, looking down unhappy.

What could cause my little gem to be disheartened, I wondered. 

I hoped he wasn't bullied in school. I thought angrily. 

"What happened to your classmates?" I rubbed his arm and carried him on my l.a.p to comfort him. 

"And the teacher said...." He turned his gaze away from me, staring at the marble floor. Tears glistened on his eyes. My heart was torn. 

"What did the teacher say?" I asked worriedly, rubbing his back. 

"Momma, where's dada?" he let the cat out of the bag while I was shocked. My breath hitched, I didn't know what to say or what to tell him. What should I tell him? dada was dead or what?. How would he understand?. 

"Where is he?" he asked again, which left my heart pounding more than normal and my hands shook. "All my classmates make fun of me and the teacher asks too?" his lips trembled, tears were falling from his eyes ducts. 

Oh my baby!, my heart ached. 

"Bibi, Dada is...." And that moment the front door opened, revealing ...

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