The Reclaimed Rose (Annalise and Steven)

Chapter 7

Zachary looked up at Steven. His tear-filled eyes reflected a child's innocence and confusion, evoking pitiness.

Steven crouched down, allowing Zachary to gaze directly into his eyes.

"Please say okay, Daddy," Zachary whimpered between sobs.

"You're still just a kid." Steven was always fond of Zachary. He reached out to tousle Zachary's hair affectionately. "If you keep throwing tantrums at Mommy, you're going to regret it when you're older."

"No, I won't!" Zachary shook his head vigorously. As if to reassure Steven, he wiped away his tears and declared, "Daddy, I want to live with Ms. Jessie. I dream about her being my mom every night!" Each word he spoke was resolute, leaving no room for doubt.

Steven didn't respond. He merely patted Zachary's shoulder before standing up.

I turned around, struggling to meet Zachary's gaze.

I had always thought that his desire to become a family with Jessica was just a fleeting whim. But with his repeated outbursts, it was clear he wasn't joking. He genuinely longed for Jessica to be his mother. What about me, his mother, who had unconditionally devoted myself to him? Was I just meant to be cast aside?

Pain welled in my heart, as if countless ants were gnawing at it.

"Honey." Steven wrapped his arms around me. His large hand softly patted my back to comfort me. "Don't be upset. Zachary is still young. He doesn't really understand what he's saying."

I had often told myself not to take Zachary's words to heart. He was just a child, and I should be more forgiving. Yet, his innocent but blunt remarks always managed to pierce right through me.

I struggled to let out a hum while in his arms. Once my emotions stabilized, I finally stepped out of his embrace. "Let's eat."

Steven released me, and I turned to the kitchen to place the dishes on the table. Concerned I might burn myself, Steven took the initiative to handle the heavy pot.

Zachary, clearly disappointed at not getting his way, exclaimed, "Daddy!"

"Time to eat!" Steven said firmly. "Don't make me say it again."

He held his spoon and took

I feared someone would get hurt, so I

and muttered, "I hate

My hand froze mid-sweep.

I

on a little longer. After sweeping up the last shard of the glass, I returned to find them finishing their breakfast. Steven guided Zachary toward the door, reminding him,

and turned his head away

two of them.

plant a soft kiss on

"I know."

...

to be dropped off before 8:00 am

was too busy to bother me. So, he would pick up

to reclaim the responsibility of picking up our son. I believed that spending more time together might

Steven about my decision. I thought it would be a nice surprise for

Zachary, I hurriedly finished my chores and even left an hour early. I arrived at the kindergarten entrance

opened, the teachers held back the children. They confirmed each parent's name before allowing

I raised my hand and

another figure

wavy hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore elaborate makeup and radiated a warm, confident smile. "I'm here, Ms.

pick up Zachary and even claiming

his way home from work, but in reality, he had sent Jessica to

in place, and my

to Jessica, she kept a wary eye on me. "When I called

referring to Jessica as Mrs.

one in this kindergarten knew I was Zachary's mother. Instead, they all assumed Jessica was his mom. This meant Jessica had come here to pick up Zachary

loomed over me like a

Was it Steven?

in her expression. She reached out to Zachary. "Sweetie, why don't you come over and see if you recognize this lady?"