Photographers
And when I open Dordrich's message, my blood almost clots in the veins.
A photo of the three of us, Dordrich, Lorrich and I, beaming and looking into the camera. How did he come to this, I wonder in horror? This means he knows about Lorrich's existence. How is this even possible, I wonder. Lorrich just arrived and Dordrich already knows about him. So we will have to make more haste in informing my son about his parentage.
When I look up, I see everyone at the table staring at me. Shaking my head I hand my phone to Aziel so he can look at the picture. “Oohhh Goodness. This changes a lot. Fellogan will certainly make trouble, this is his trump card”, he sighs and passes the device on to the others. Everyone agrees with him.
“Wait, I don't think we should be premature. Let's see what his next action will be. He wants to upset us. Lorrich has to get used to this new environment before we come to him with heavy subjects like this”, I suggest. “If Dordrich does impose himself on us, we all will gather again to discuss how to inform Lorrich. But let's spare him for a moment. I'll talk to Dordrich tomorrow about what he really wants."
Andre is not really convinced about this way of handling this matter but hesitantly nods in agreement. The mood at the table is a bit low, with only Lorrich chatting about what he's been through on the plane. Although I knew the time for father and son to meet was approaching, I didn't want it to happen so fast. I grab my phone and text Dordrich back. ‘Can we talk about it tomorrow?’ The answer will come within seconds like he’s waiting for a reaction from my side. 'Sure'.
Sighing, I put the device away and lean wearily against Aziel's shoulder. How I long for a quiet life without all these shocks. I know that day will come when my mission is over. I estimate that it will take me almost two more months before everything is in order around my son. Aziel wraps his arms around me reassuringly and when I open my eyes I see my friends looking at me with a slight smile. They know there are hard times are ahead.
We chat some more about business and let Lorrich pass the time with his treats. Aziel takes care of him, the two clearly get along well. When it's time to leave, Aziel walks my son to the toilet so that I stay behind with my friends. “Hopefully he won't be difficult and thinks of the boy's best interest. He’s already a father so he should know how to handle matters like this”, sighs Michelle. “So, he was here at the airport but probably didn't show up because of Aziel".
“Please, no custody battle, Loraine. That didn't do any kid any good and I don't want Lorrich to get confused", Andre begs.
That's my biggest fear too. But Dordrich is much more experienced with parenthood issues than I am, and I expect a constructive attitude from him in the interest of his son's well-being. “I'm working towards that, but Dordrich has been very stubborn lately. Hopefully, he doesn't blackmail me with Lorrich. I have a strange feeling about this," I sound defeated. "I wonder now if it was a good idea to have Lorrich here in New York. Maybe Barbados was the safest place to have him grow up." Now they all shake their heads. “No matter how many fathers he already has, his biological one is just part of it. He has a right to grow up with this man, to feel his love and vice versa," Andre says firmly.
Aziel comes back with Lorrich at the hand. It is now time to say goodbye. Lorrich walks over to everyone with a kiss on the cheek before holding Aziel's hand again. I take his other hand and together we walk to the parking lot. When we get closer to the car, suddenly a number of paparazzi are waiting for us. The cameras click one after the other like crazy, Lorrich looks at them strangely. Aziel grabs him by the waist, takes him up and quickly walks to the car where he places him in the back seat.
As I now follow them, all kinds of questions are fired at me. “Miss Windrug, is that your son? Is Aziel the father or is it Mr. Fellogan? Were you pregnant when you left years ago? What is the boy’s name?” one after the other asks loudly. I don't answer, just sink in the passenger’s side of the car. “Aziel, they are really stupid. You and I both have black hair, they've never seen me blonde in all these years and Danner is blonde but has been out of circulation for years. I mean, it's common sense!" I shake my head at all these unnecessary questions, I think they just want to hear from me who Lorrich's father is.
“Mom, dad, who are all those guys with cameras? They asked you who my father is. Why don't you tell them?” my son asks. I turn to him and rummage his hair. “They are photographers, they work for media companies. You know Aziel and I are famous people here, many journalists want a picture of us. And now that you're there, they also want to know who you are, who your father is. But they have to wait until I have spoken to you at home”, I let him know.
“Are the photos they took also published in the newspaper and on the internet?” he wants to know. I look at him strangely, he is only four and already knows about the activities on social media. Aziel chuckles, he certainly doesn't seem surprised with the little boy's question.
“You know what, Lorrich? I'll show you the photos you'll be in once they're uploaded. And I will also read you the story right away,” Aziel promises. “Yes, daddy. I hope all three of us are on it, that would be nice," he says proudly…
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