Chapter 55 Wake up

I hastened to get dressed because of Gale's loud crying. I heard that something was hitting it, so I didn't even bother to fix myself. When I came out of the bathroom her crying subsided and she walked towards me.
"Mom..."
"Why are you crying? Huh?" I asked and then he stuck his head in my neck.
"Want to poop?" I asked but it shook and stuck its head more in my neck.
I just smiled because of the tenderness he was doing. He just woke up and it looked like he woke up without me next to him. He also knows how to get out of bed because I have taught him this before. I no longer combed my hair and the tulwaya remained there. We decided to leave the room, we went straight to the living room where the others were already, it was still seven in the morning so the others were still asleep.
At the beginning I put the child down, he was still hesitant to walk because of looking at me. The mansion was spacious, I felt like he wanted to walk all day. Gale walked with a smile, towards Uncle Zack who was greeted by him so I went straight to the kitchen to prepare something for him to eat.
I found Vernon there who had his eyes widened before drinking the milk. The hair was messy and then she smiled at me.
"Good morning, aunt. Hmm, where's Gale?" he asked as he bit the cup.
"Good morning. He's in Salas now," I replied with a smile.
He quickly finished the milk and then touched his father who was also eating, he hugged him so he went out of the kitchen. After I prepared my son's food I went out to the kitchen. Gale's loud laugh was heard immediately, for sure they were playing again.
"Too noise," I simply promised turning to the two smiling children.
"He's laughing everytime I touched his neck." Vernon pointed to Gale's neck which he was holding himself.
"You tickled him hard," I promised with a smile and then sat down next to them.
"Eat okay? Vernon won't play with you when you don't ahm ahm," I whispered as he sucked and nodded repeatedly.
Gladly that he can understand me. While eating he was holding Vernon's hand who obviously didn't want to let go. He finished the food without crying. Right now his grandparents are taking care of me because right now I have to take care of something and clean it up. I went upstairs to a room and was forced to smile normally. The window was opened to breathe fresh air. While cleaning I couldn't help but look back at its reflection.
I couldn't help but remember his face when I first saw him, barely recognizable because of the severity of the wounds. "You know what? He can say the word Mama. He already knows how to kiss my forehead like you do. He could stand and walk properly. He can even pronounce words even your name, he has a hard time pronouncing my name, funny. Oh! Before I forgot, he was already familiar with the detour in your house, he knows where's our master bedroom, his favorite place is your gaming room. He used to talk you on your picture. He used to video himself. He recognized his godfather Fred and godmother Mara. He likes to listen to a song before asleep," I said as my eyes gradually got wet.
It was as if I was just telling a story in the air and hoping he would hear. Hoping he sees herson now. "He loves me talking about you, when he sleeps, he takes a picture of you, he puts it in the middle of us. Don't worry, s
he's okay, right now. So maybe I can make his understand what happened. Mama and papa, and their uncle will help me. I only want you to guide me, guide us and guide your son. You hope I will keep your promises to our son."
My eyes could no longer hold back its tears. I quickly wiped it off and didn't take away the real smile. Despite everything, I wanted to find myself. I want to smile even when I know something is wrong. I will prove that I can even if he is not by our side. I stopped wiping away tears when I saw my son in the window, the window was wall glass so I could immediately see who was passing outside, I just couldn't hear them. It was made by papa and then Gale was shaking the glass. I immediately went over there and took the child who quickly moved over to me.
"He was crying earlier." Its pinch on Gale's cheek made me laugh.
"Thank you, pa."
"No problem. If only that Zeke was here, it definitely wouldn't let you be the favorite."
"Yeah. That's jealous," I smiled as he laughed.
The boy waved to his grandfather before we went inside. I could see the longing in Gale's eyes, and wanted to leave the lift on me. I carefully laid it down on the bed and supported it because maybe that's what he could do.
"Just behave Gale," I remind him.
It just sat and watched one of his replicas. I was just shaken because of his speech that I no longer understand. It crawled slightly into the middle and then sat up straight again. He was amazed at what he saw and then stared at the picture of his father on the side of the bed.
"Hey, what are you thinking? Huh? C'mon, tell to mama," I said softly almost to his cheek because he had been quiet and staring at the bed and the photo.
"Sleep?" its question that seems clearer than before.
"You want to sleep here?" I asked then he tapped the bed again.
"Okay, but only later. I'll clean you up too. Sleep here in the afternoon so you can grow up, you want it? To grow like Vernon?" I sigh that he imitated as well.
"Mm, mm! Ahm mama!" he said happily still dancing in bed.
"Sshhh, quiet. Just behave. I'll bathe you so mama can write, okay?" I asked you he just laughed.
Yes. I still write. This is what he often tells me. Don't let me stop writing. Even he has no right to interfere with what I want.
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"Just, no matter what happens, don't stop writing. Even if I'm your boyfriend, I have no right to interfere with what you want."
"Why?"
"It's simple. You loved writing more than I did. You had fun with books before we did our story. Isn't that great?"
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He's right. Definitely right. But if he only knew. I no longer pursued the booksigning that would happen, I know that publishing company understood me. Good thing they didn't tease me and gave me even more time.
"Mama ahm papa. Aru, papa aru ..." My eyes literally widened because of what I heard.
He taps the pillow and lowers the blanket. He was looking at his father's photo and at another photo of me.
"Sleep papa aru. Mmm ... Sleep," he said then lying in bed.
Next to his father.
Wake up Zeke. Wake up. "