Liam voicing out
**~Christopher’s POV~**
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but I walked towards the table nonetheless.
“Can you tell me what he’s doing here, mother?”
“He's your father, Liam, I invited him." I didn't know what to say, even after our fight she still managed to make me look good in the eyes of my son. Why does she have to be so perfect? She confuses me even more, more like I'm the one in the wrong. More like she is waiting for me to grow up and accept us, our family. Does she feel the same way about me, or does she think I'm an old bastard who knows nothing more than to stick his cock in a kitty?
"But why?"
"We haven't gone out as a family, so I thought it would be best if he came."
"Why are you doing all the talking, Mother? Can't your so-called husband speak?"
"Young man, do not speak to your father in that way.”
“He is not my father!” he responded.
“Liam Ivan Grayston!” Camila screamed. Wow, she even gave him a Mexican name. I like the name, 'Ivan' Gift from God. I had to taste how the name rolled from my mouth. Camille, my wife, she's the fucking best and this girl makes me question everything I have ever believed in. I have watched how all my brothers' wives treat their kids, they don't even care about their kids, and they have no time for their kids. Not my Camille, she cherishes Liam and has more time for Liam than me. If you ask me, even if we get to be a real couple, I'll be her second priority. Liam will always be her first. This makes me wonder if she ever had kids of her own. Will she still treat Liam the same? “Is this how you speak with your elders? Now, apologies to your father,” Liam shook his head. I sat there, perplexed, wondering what to make of it all. When did this brat gain the ability to fly? However, I was intrigued by something else. I couldn’t give a fig about him if I tried.
“Is this your date?” I asked. She didn’t even bother to look me in the eye. Well, I got jealous because of that, Mine, and it turns out Mine was my own son. But then lean to my side.
"Will you stop being a dick and act like you were invited." A dick? This girl talks as if she has seen me naked before. Well, she has seen your cock before and your butt, so yes, she has seen it. My traitor of a voice reminded me. I hate that inner voice, it's a traitor, that is the voice I hate because that stupid voice will never miss the opportunity to tell me I love this girl I married.
"Well, this dick was a second away from screwing your cunt in the office, how do I act like I was invited?" I saw how annoyed she got after my statement.
“I’ve lost my appetite,” Liam commented. I observed my wife stranded between a father and a son, unsure of what to do.
“Can you tell me what’s wrong with you, baby? Why don’t you want to eat?” She asked with a motherly voice.
“The issue with you two is that you believe I am a helpless little boy who does not know what is going on. This man, whom you claim to be my father or rather your husband, has not the slightest regard for you or me, yet you will continue to cover up for him. Why, Mother? Do you think I don’t know that this man doesn’t care about me, or even you? I am not a child, Mother. Even though you never explained why I know why we left that house. I know everything. Since that aunty moved in, things have been different. Dad, no, this man has changed. And you want me to share a table with this man? No, Mama, absolutely not. He doesn’t care about us. He only cares about that aunty.”
“Liam Ivan Grayston!” Camila gasped.
*Fuck! Is this to imply that this boy is all-knowing? Isn’t he meant to be a four-year-old child? He is now five years old. This boy has a cold personality. How can a 5-year-old be this cold? He looks at me with a haughty expression on his face. Not backing down.*
“Are you surprised I know everything? You two pretend to be these two power couples while my mother weeps every night?”
“I swear, if you utter another word, I will forget you are my son.” I barked, he can't be talking to his mother like that. Yea, I am a dick he can talk to me anyhow.
“Haven’t you already forgotten that fact? It is well known to both of us that you do not love me and that I am not here to be loved by you. You hate everything about me. Why should I care how you feel about me? I am uninterested in you, and you are not my father.”
“Liam, you will not speak to your father in such a disrespectful manner. Apologize right now!”
“No, Mother, I will not!” Liam yelled.
“Liam, apologies to your father!”
“He is not my father!” I saw how helpless my wife was. She was this close to weeping, but she kept her computer. This brat is somehow too cold for a 5-year-old.
