"She is scared of other things too, but she will never let you know." Damon continued to fill his son in on details he didn't fully comprehend. Did you know that she can't sleep in complete darkness because it makes her feel paranoid?"
Angel gave him a blank stare.
"I thought so." He chuckled and poked his son's face. "So, you must be a man and let her feel safe around you. For a darling as cute as you, you only have to smile and kiss her, and her fears will instantly fade away."
"Enough rambling. My son doesn't even know what nonsense you are going on about." Avery called him out for stalling for time.
Having been found out, he kissed his son's forehead and turned to Avery, leaning over. Their faces were so close that she could swear he was going to kiss her, but he didn't. He was gone before she could process it and she hated her phone for ringing when it did. When Damon's car disappeared into the distance, she thanked her phone for ringing and interrupting the insanity that had started to buzz in her mind. Why was she reluctant to let him leave? She was either going crazy or worried that Angel would miss him. Of course, it was because she was worried that her son might be sad about his papa's departure. That was all there was to it.
She glanced down at her phone and wanted to groan. The Vaillant family, again?
"What do you want, Amelia?" She answered in the most unfriendly tone. It wasn't even fake because she felt nothing but repulsion from the moment she saw the digits plastered across her phone screen. He gently put Angel down so she would not accidentally hurt him in her infuriated craze.
As usual, Amelia started off by playing the caring mother card. "How have you been?"
"Awesome until you called." She did not mince her words.
"I've been fine too. Your father and I have been missing you."
"If you don't get straight to the point, I'll hang up." She threatened and her thumb actually hovered over the red circle on her screen.
"We found out who the father of our grandchild is." She sounded excited, which must be part of her act.
Our grandchild, huh. Of course they would refer to Angel that way if they thought there was something in it for them. She remained silent for so long that her mother decided to continue her speech.
"It's such an awesome coincidence that the D'abovilles and us have a grandchild in common. Our kids are in love! It just so happens that your father and I are trying to get them to accept our proposal on a project that could save our asses. There might be a closed bid for it but that will not be necessary if they decide to partner with us. Could you have your baby daddy pass the message to his grandfather?"
Avery's lips twitched in disgust. Was the woman on the phone really her mother? She really wanted to check her DNA again. Sadly, the results would just wind up being the same as they were every time she doubted Amelia was her mother and did the test.
"Mrs. Vaillant, you are being delusional. First of all, my baby daddy has a name. His name is Damon. Or Demon. Whatever. As long as it suits him. Secondly, if you did your homework a little more beyond what excited you, you would know that Damon and I are no longer together."
"So what? You have his son in your custody." Amelia interrupted.
"That brings me to my most important point." Avery rested her head against her palm as she enunciated every word. "My son is not bait.
Even if I had the means, I would never help you out. How many times do you want to have this kind of discussion?" Avery almost yelled.
Amelia was infuriated, as expected. "You ungrateful skank! Have you forgotten everything we did for you?"
Ungrateful skank.
She was probably the only mother who would call her daughter that. She once again questioned whether she really was in that woman's womb for a day, let alone nine months. Because although Angel happened at what she felt was the worst time and was the reason why his father dumped her, she loved him more than her life.
Her second round of questioning her identity in a row ended in her spilling what she had been holding in for years. "Perhaps no one told you this, Amelia, but motherhood is not just about you and your husband making a baby. You have every right to have a DINK marriage but when you decide to have children, you are obliged to raise them and provide everything they need. It's not a sacrifice. It's your role. Don't use it to lord over me! Not to mention, did you even fulfill the said role? What right do you have? Forget knowing how I felt growing up in your toxic family. You probably don't even know my middle name!"
"How dare you take that tone with me? Even if I didn't give in to your attention-seeking whims, I'm your mother!" Amelia raised her voice and it probably had everything to do with her being ashamed after being told off.
Avery hung up and blocked the contact number. She had said it before but perhaps part of her had been reluctant to really cut off ties with the Vaillant family. But after that call, the thought of having no family no longer dampened her mood. She sent a text message to Mina and asked how to legally dissolve familial ties with one's biological family.
While waiting for a reply, she glanced at the only family she had left; the little boy playing with his favorite figurines.
She picked the clueless boy and placed him on her lap, kissing his cheek and hugging him to her chest. "If you ever feel sad about anything, tell mommy about it. No matter how petty you think it is."
Damon arrived in his house feeling happier than he ever had in the last five years. He wasn't even this happy when his company finally made it into the international market. It wouldn't dampen his mood if Avery didn't let him take them to the zoo the next day, even though he vehemently hoped that she would.
He ripped his jacket off on his way upstairs and was about to open his bedroom door when he realized that it was open. His part time servants didn't work on weekends. Did his mother or grandmother take the liberty to invade his house and probably send some woman to his bed? He should remember to prohibit their entry.
He walked in and was preparing to kick whoever it was out when he caught sight of a woman cleaning his room. She flashed a smile when she saw him. "You are finally back. I almost grew grey hair waiting for you."
"Mabella?" He hugged her and chided, "What are you doing in my room?"
"Cleaning, as you can see." She rolled her eyes. "What a boring room. No wonder Avery dumped you."
He glared at her. "You know that she didn't dump me."
"Yeah. And I know that she will never agree to spend the night with you if you don't make your room a little more friendly."
He chuckled as she nit picked every single detail about his room. She was an interior designer and any tiny detail she thought was an error felt like an insult to her.
Since she was pretty much done cleaning, she tossed the rubbish in the bin and followed Damon to the cellar, where they sat across each other.
"How are matters with Vee, anyway?" She asked, referring to Avery. "Do you think she will let me play with my nephew?"
"Not a chance in hell." He hated to burst her bubble. The only thing Mabella loved more than making sure every room is perfect was kids.
It was in fact, her overflowing love for kids that made him find out he was a father. She had spotted an adorable toddler at the aquarium store where she was meeting a client and had wanted to befriend him like she usually did when she met kids. When she saw the toddler's face clearly, she was stumped.
She was yet to squeal about the boy looking so much like her brother when his mother took her hand to stop him from wandering too far.
That was how she found out that he and Avery had a son.
"I have to say, it's a good thing that I was yet to meet Avery officially, right? Otherwise, after meeting me, she would have fled the city before you got to her." She remarked.
He half-filled their glasses with red wine and sipped his. "I have to thank your scumbag for choosing that day to ditch you."
They both chuckled.
He hadn't known he had a sister until six years ago, when his father had a sudden heart attack. At the time, all his father's mistresses arrived like they had been summoned, bringing with them the kids they had been hiding away. It was amazing how many women wished him dead just so he would pass his estate to their children. Most of the illegitimate kids didn't even share a strand of DNA with the D'aboville family. Ferdinand had been cuckolded by his mistresses—he deserved it.
Instead of taking care of his daughter when he found out that he had one, he shoved her aside with the most ridiculous reasons. He called her an accident that should never have happened—as if it was possible for him to trip and end up inside a woman—and was vexed when his son got close to her.
Although the reason she was introduced to the family was unscrupulous and his reason for befriending her was to infuriate his parents, she was a kind woman and they hit off.
So, he had decided to introduce her to Avery. Alas, the day they were supposed to meet was the day she broke up with her boyfriend so she didn't want to leave the house. Who would have thought that it would be so helpful years later?
"She will kill me when she finally meets me. She will not let me play with my nephew." She dreaded, making Damon want to laugh at her.
"I'll bring you pictures the next time I meet Angel."
"Really? You're the best!" She cheered.
"Of course, I'll ask for her permission. If she says no to it, you can only imagine what he looks like."
She glared at him and looked like she wanted to rip him into pieces. "You did that on purpose. Give me back my compliment!"
He burst into laughter, earning a smack on his chest.
When her anger calmed, she asked, "You didn't tell me the real reason why you two broke up."
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