Page 11 of Vile Emotion
Her eyes jumped up to me and I cocked my brow.
“Does he know how he came to be in this world?” She asked carefully, choosing her words.
“Now, why would I hurt my son like that? Think, Juliana, think.”
“Okay,” she sighed. “What do I introduce myself as?”
“You are our caretaker. You take care of me and you take care of my son.”
“Take care of you?” She asked as she looked away then back at me.
“I don’t need you to satisfy me sexually, Juliana. I would never.” She couldn’t have missed the disgust in my voice. It had nothing to do with her looks. If I hadn’t been so angry at her and if she wasn’t the cause of my family’s destruction, I would even say she was beautiful.
From her deep brown skin, her brown doe-eyed expression, the almond shape of them. Hell, even her dark ringlets of curls that fell down her back could be called a thing of beauty plus her body. Her having my son showed that her body changed. She was no longer that young girl that went to jail, she’s now a woman who had a baby; my son.
Guess I should be grateful to her for at least carrying full term and not giving up on him halfway.
Juliana cleared her throat and I blinked.Was I staring at her?
If I was, so the fuck what.
“Morniiiiiiing,” Ricky came in as chipper as he always was in the morning.
Juliana straightened her back and stared down at her breakfast plate. There was no emotion on her face except that twitch of her brow that indicated that she was nervous.
“Hey buddy, are you finally ready to start your day?” I asked him as he climbed up on his seat. His was a little higher to give him a boost.
“Yeah, Marie said she was going to show me how to press iron my school clothes if I didn’t run in here.” He said with a panicked expression.
This made me chuckle and look away from Juliana. Marie was my baby sister’s nanny and she practically raised us all sowhen I called her to help me out with Ricky, she didn’t hesitate. She was like a second mother to me outside of my mom but a society wife is always too busy to always be present. Marie taught me right from wrong and while I know she disapproved of what I decided to do with Juliana, she still minded her damned business with it… Even if she gave me that disapproving look every time she saw me.
“Good, don’t let Marie hear you complaining, she’s going to really back up her words. You don’t want that, do you?”
“No way!” Ricky responded with his little giggles following. I was grateful for Ricky because he saved my life in more ways than one. I didn’t think that he would be such a huge impact in my life but he was. I didn’t think I could love again but Ricky taught me how to.
My mind goes back to the hospital room when I first saw him there, crying for someone to hold him. To take him in their arms and bring him comfort.
I wasn’t thinking about any repercussions as I knocked on the window to the hospital nursery. The nurse looked up at me and I pointed to the little boy who still didn’t have a name. I couldn't believe she didn’t name him. That’s the least she could’ve done. Identity was important and so was a name. It didn’t make sense to me that she didn’t want to name him when he deserved to be named. Shaking my head, I moved over to the door and spoke with the nurse. I wanted to hold him and make him realize that he had no fault in his parents being who they were. Hell, I had to work hard to let others know my parents’ wealth wasn’t the reason why I was Alaric Dean Crowne. After getting prepped, the nurse brought me into a private room and placed him into my arms. The moment her baby was in my arms, I realized that I didn’t care where he came from or how different we would appear to others. He was my son. Alaric Crowne jr. A mini-me.
“I will never abandon you and I will always take care of you. You will have the best life a father can give you.” I whispered my promise to him making sure that nobody else would make him feel unknown. No one would just leave him there as a baby with no name. He deserved more than what his parents gave him.
My son would have the world.
I was brought back into the present the moment Ricky called my name.
“Daddy?”
“Yes?”
“Who is this? Is this Ms. Marie’s baby?” He asked and I sometimes forgot that he referred to someone’s baby as their child no matter what age they were.
“No, Ricky. This is Juliana, she’s going to take care of us.” I looked his way.
Ricky’s brown eyes widened, looking animated as hell. “You’re gonna live here?” He directed his question to Juliana.
Juliana looked like someone slapped her in the face as she profusely blinked. “Yea, yes.” she answered in a small voice.
“Cool! That’s so cool.”
