While cooking the rice, he also started mixing the ingredients for Carter’s favorite pancake. He also took six eggs from the refrigerator to make scrambled eggs. Perfect pair of scrambled eggs with fried danggit every morning. He used to like the sunny side up, but he has changed. Echus, just a joke. There are times when he is lazy to cook but it is necessary because no one else will do it. Francis is unreliable when it comes to the kitchen. If the rice is not burnt, the dish is raw.
And since it wasn’t every day that they all had breakfast together, he dined on his prepared meals. After one hour and thirty -minutes, the breakfast nook was ready with fluffy scrambled eggs, pancakes, french toast, crispy hash browns, brown rice, fried danggit and of course her favorite drink in the morning – hot chocolate made from organic cacao seeds. She was about to wake them all when Carter suddenly appeared in the kitchen.
“Morning, Mom.” Carter greeted his mother and kissed her on the cheek.
He kissed her on the forehead and ruffled her thick hair. Hay, the speed of time. “Baby, morning too. Did you sleep well last night?”
“Yes, Mom. Can I play with the boys outside?” he asked the mother’s permission to join the two children playing outside.
It referred to Jennifer’s two children. “Sure. But we must eat our breakfast at seven. Understand?”
“Yup, bye Mom.”
“Bye,” he delivered it with a view out of the house. Yesterday, she was shocked at Brett’s assumption that Carter wasn’t his son. Well, let him believe what he wanted to believe because she wouldn’t give a damn about it!
While Rachel was content with preparing breakfast, there was someone who hadn’t slept well and that was Brett. He stayed up all night because he repeatedly read Rachel’s text messages.
If it wasn’t for the information he paid to Kevin, he wouldn’t have known that the woman hadn’t used his last name. She’s just Rachel Marie Ortiz, her maiden name. He was insulted for not using Morgan, but can he do anything? Also, that’s not the most issue right now. It was more important to him to fall in love with the woman again.
He deeply regretted that he believed the allegations of his late grandmother and most of all, he sided more with Bettina. Yes and the woman deceived him to lead them to the wedding, that was not enough to insult and hurt him face to face.
He had seen Rachel’s son’s face several times but not up close. He could not remember but the child’s face was familiar to him. He’s a little bit of Rachel and …. him? There must be something wrong with his vision so he rubbed his eyes to clear it.
Earlier he waited for Rachel to come out but instead of the woman coming out, three nasty kids ran out the door. Brett thought of getting out of the car to breathe fresh air. In addition, he is also dedicated to sitting inside. About five o’clock in the morning he arrived, eh. He was smoking a cigarette when he heard his little voice and saw the boy ran towards him.
“Papa! Papa! Papa!” Carter jumped for joy when he saw his father get out of the car. He had never seen it in person but he memorized its face from a picture in his mother’s wallet.
Brett looked around. Where is the child’s father? He could see no one else around, except him. “Who are you talking to?” He asked the boy.
“Dad, you’re home!” Carter exclaimed.
Brett was speechless when the kid hugged his legs. She did not know how she would react to what the child had done. So he just let it hug him.
“I missed you, so much. But Mama said that you were busy at work and couldn’t talk me on the phone.” It complained.
What lies did she feed him to the child? “I’m home now,” Brett said, and they entered the house holding hands.
Rachel’s eyes widened when she saw the incoming man with her son. Even Francis and Jennifer could not believe what they saw. Carter’s smile was ear to ear while holding Brett’s hand.
“Mom, Papa is here.” Carter announced.
His mouth opened but no words came out. He looked at Brett wickedly but it just shrugged. “Nak, why are you letting him in here with us? What if he’s a bad person?”
“Yes, Cartie. You should have let us know first,” Francis seconded.
“But …. you were busy in the kitchen and Papa was just outside, waiting.”
“Baby, listen to me your mother, okay? What if the man outside the gate wasn’t your father? Next time, you shouldn’t talk to strangers.” Why did the man hang out outside their gate? The boy then thought that he was his father coming from another country. Hey, what Brett really gave him was just a problem.
“I’m sorry, Mom. But I knew he was my Papa. I saw his picture in your wallet,” Carter answered.
Rachel was caught off guard when Carter said someone had taken a photo from her wallet. He used to think that maybe that photo just fell so it disappeared from his wallet. And she took it as a sign that they weren’t really for each other. All this time, it was just Carter?
Brett sneezed because his heart and liver grew fat from what he heard. If so, he has a good chance of Rachel. He smiled at the woman not knowing how to answer the child. It’s been seven years since the husband suddenly disappeared but Brett still can’t forget it.
She haunted him even in his dream. His grandmother was devastated knowing that she was one of the reasons why the two of them were not happy together. His abuela regretted what she did and blamed herself for Rachel’s miscarriage. “Good morning sweetheart,” Brett greeted the woman and he wasted no time and kissed her on the cheek and hugged her.
She wanted to shout at the man but she couldn’t because she was cornered and her two friends knew how she felt. She forced herself to smile at the man even as she smoked her nose in anger. “Good morning too. So, why don’t we eat first? Breakfast was ready. “Rachel changed the subject. The children were already in the kitchen and Francis and Jennifer followed. She pulled the man away from the kitchen to talk to her.” You can eat your breakfast with us today. But only until then. After you eat, you can tell Carter that you’re leaving. There’s an emergency at work or anything and don’t show up for us! ”
“Sweetie, just relax okay? Let me handle your son.” This couldn’t get any better. He could use the situation to his full advantage. Why would he tell Carter that there was an emergency at his workplace? He might as well enjoy his stay in Rachel’s place, as the father of her son.
“Relax? How could I relax when you messed up everything?” he tried not to shout in anger and annoyance so that the children could not hear them but he was annoyed with the man.
“I messed up everything? Are you sure? Did I put my picture in your wallet? Why else did you hide it, eh. Don’t tell me you’re still looking at me?” Brett was confident that Rachel still had a look at him, even if he was just a little bit okay there.
“Bite your tongue, Brett. After we eat, we’ll talk!” She warned him before leading the way to the breakfast nook.