To Hate My Stepbrother

Aisha’s POV

“You see, Daddy and mommy are going to get married soon and we’ll be living here permanently,” I explained to my son who listened with keen interest.

“So, I’ll have my own room and sleep in a big bed?” He asked childishly and I nodded as I pulled him closer to me in a hug.

“It’s your father’s house, baby,” I answered, “all these belong to you because you’re the real son.” I assured and his eyes glinted with joy.

I just knew that he was looking forward to the day Mason and I would finally get married because he couldn’t wait to be on the groom’s side and wear a suit.

All my child would always talk about is how Mason and I would get married and throw a really big wedding party and although I knew I haven’t succeeded in that yet, I knew I wouldn’t stop until he gets married to me.

***

The days passed quickly and it’s almost a week in Mason’s house. I was living the life that I’d dreamed of and even my son enjoyed this new development.

Although Mason was barely in the house, It was still what I wanted because I got to live like a queen and all I ever do is fix the food and sit around watching television.

“Mommy?” Khalid, my son, called my attention and I looked away from the show I was watching to look at him briefly before turning back to the TV.

“When is the wedding?” He asked and I drew him closer to me as I placed his head on my chest and gently stroked his hair.

“Why the rush, Khalid?” I answered his question with another of my own and he explained that it’s been days since I told him that Mason and I would get married.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“Are you and daddy not getting married anymore?” He asked and I pouted as I spread his cheeks so it would seem like he’s smiling.

“We’re getting married, Daddy and mommy just need to prepare and get some things ready before planning the big wedding party.” I explained, pinching his cheek and making him laugh hard.

He laid on my chest while I concentrated on the TV show that he’d distracted me from earlier.

“Doesn’t daddy like me?” Khalid asked and I was taken aback by his question, I wasn’t expecting him to ask this kind of question.

“Of course he does, what are you talking about, baby?” I replied and he sighed as he lifted his head off my chest to stare at me.

“He is never happy to see me, he never welcomes me and tells me that he misses me all those years and I just think he hates me.” Khalid explained and my heart ached for him.

This is why I must get Mason to marry me, my son doesn’t deserve to wake up each day wondering if his father likes him.

“Of course he missed you, he’s just trying to adjust and get used to your sudden appearance. Give him some time and you’ll see how much he loves you.” I reassured him.

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MASON’S POV

After the big fight with Ava, all I’ve been is a shadow of myself. I’ve been restless and all I had in my mind was how to find her and apologize to her.

Finally gathering my courage, I left my office and drove directly to her place of work without caring if she needed to work.

“What are you doing here?” She asked coldly, not lifting her head from the piles of paperworks in front of her.

Understanding why she probably doesn’t want to look at me, I asked her to step out for a cup of coffee with me.

I was expecting her to yell at me and tell me to get out of her sight but she agreed and for the first time since I’ve been here, she lifted her gaze to look at me.

We both went to the nearest coffee shop and like I usually do, I ordered her coffee for her just the way she likes it and the waitress left.

She explained how the sudden appearance of Aisha and Khalid made her feel and I could understand things from her point of view now that she explained properly.

I can’t imagine how hard it would’ve been for her when she found out that the man she loved had a child with another woman that’s not her.

Her hurt made my chest tighten and I hated myself for putting her through this because she doesn’t deserve it.

“I’m sorry, Ava. I really am sorry and if I could take it all back, I would. If I could turn back the hands of time and prevent all these from happening, I swear I would. I’m sorry.” I apologized.

Taking her hands in mine, I didn’t do anything to hide or stop the tears that threatened to let itself free. I really felt bad for what I did and I didn’t hold back as I explained how much pressure I was under.

“I’m sorry too.” She apologized, her voice was faint and it broke and I could tell that it was as a result of all the tears.

We settled our rift and I felt a sense of peace surge through me as I let out a sigh of relief

“I don’t want to sound bad,” she started and I raised an eyebrow, “but I really can’t bring myself to be happy about the fact that you now have a child.” She added.

“I’d envisioned it already, I had a whole future with you planned and that included giving birth to your first child but now that you have a child, I just don’t know how to feel.” She explained.

I could understand her because I’m going through the same thing. I explained to her how I understood what she meant and how I’ve been unable to bring myself to even touch the child.

“I feel like a bad father and that’s one thing I swore I would never be to my child.” I finished with a sigh.

“You can accept him, I don’t mind,” she smiled, “after all he’s your son but, I can’t promise that I’ll go back to loving you. At least not yet.” She added.

Agreeing with her, I couldn’t be happier that things are finally settled with Ava.