Mummy, Where's Daddy?

Niall and I were just fine, meeting each other when I was 15 and he was 19. We fell in love, and I was completely smitten with him. But after one drunken night, four years after we met, six months dating, I fell pregnant. Niall walked out when he found out, couldn't cope with the pressure of being a dad at 23. Only 19, I was confused, hurt and upset. When I was at the 8-months mark, I pulled myself together and got on with life. Now Alexander is 3, and he's starting to ask questions. Will his daddy be back?


3. Alex's Big Question

"Mummy? Why are you crying?" Alex asked, poking my cheek. Looking up at him, startled, I was upstairs sitting in the hallway. I didn't realize I was crying, maybe it was of the reason I was explaining about Niall and mine's relationship. These four months were the best. Best four months of my life. Dating the one I truly loved. "Sorry, I was thinking about something very sad." I told him truthfully, and he nodded. "I want to ask you something," he mumbled shyly, looking down at his feet. Straightening my legs, I patted my thighs and he sat on them, squirming around to get comfortable. "What's the matter?" I ask, ruffling his blond locks. "I was watching TV, and a girl ran to her mummy and daddy. I don't have a daddy do I?" he explains, looking up at me, his ocean blue eyes showing hope and sadness. Sighing, I tried to think of a way to break the news to him. I knew he would ask the question sooner or later, "Mummy, where's daddy?" he added, a tear rolling down his cheek, and I wiped the tear away with my thumb. "He will be back soon, don't worry," I lied. I wasn't actually sure if Niall would be back. "Mummy, do you have a picture of him?" he questions, frowning. "Loads. Come on, let's have a look on my laptop," I answer, and he jumped off my laps and waddled into my bedroom. Letting out a chuckle, he would always waddle whenever he was curious about something. "I found your laptop!" he cheered, trying to pick up my heavy Mac laptop. "Be careful!" I warned, swooping down and taking the laptop out of his hands. "Sorry mummy," he apologized. "It's okay," I laugh, and I sit on my bed. He climbed on my bed with ease, well, he was pretty tall for his age. "Show me daddy," he muttered, and I open my laptop. Typing 'Niall Horan 2013' into the Google search box, my heart was stabbed with yet another knife. "Is that him?" he asks, his eyes widening and his chubby finger stabbed at the screen, at a picture. "Yes," I sigh, looking through pictures of him and one picture caught my eye. A picture of Niall and Alex. He met Alex once when Alex was one, two years ago. Never saw him again. "Is that me?" he questions, peering at the picture. "That's you when you was one," I reply, enlarging the picture. "He's pretty," he said, looking up at me, and I laugh quietly. "Yes, he certainly is. Now come on, let's build a car!" I exclaim, trying to tear him away from the laptop. The pain in my heart was unexplainable when he replied with a shake of his head and a quiet, "I want to see more pictures of daddy," and I nod, leaving the room, leaving him with my laptop. He was very stubborn and determined like his father. "Mummy! Look! It's you and daddy!" he screamed and I came back into the room, and looked at a picture of Niall and me he found. Sighing, "Yeah," I mutter and left the room again, my heart being stabbed with a thousand of knifes.

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