Chapter 3

　　FAMILY LOVE 　　To hear him call me that, a smile lit up on my face, and I spread my hands open while I was bending down. He hugs me as tight as he can. He is just four years old but thinks his little body is big enough to hug me completely. I love this cute kid, I think to myself. 　　Before Mabel, when George and I were dating, Gordon has been lighting up our world ever since. Even though his mother is my husband’s former girlfriend, that brings me no tinge of insecurity, and I love this little kid because I have known him since I knew George. 　　After a lot of hugging and kissing, I lift him and make Gordon sit on the other chair of the dining table. I get his favourite ceramic plate to serve him some pasta. 　　In the meantime, I sense some tension between George and Chloe, which isn’t anything new, but such a vibe in front of kids is not healthy, so I invite Chloe inside and ask her if she wants pasta. 　　She looks at me with disgust and rolls her eyes. This makes me certain that they are both having yet another discussion about me and how much Gordon admires me. 　　I let them do their talking the way they like and wherever they like. I instead talk to Gordon and ask him about his pre-school and also include doing actions to Mabel to have her feeling involved in the talk. 　　When George gets done with Chloe, he closes the door and looks exhausted. I don’t ask him anything about his conversation with her knowing he will tell me whatever I am supposed to know if it affects me. 　　But seeing him affected does intrigue me, I get up and take out orange juice from the refrigerator with the intent of calming him down. I serve it to him and Gordon. 　　George smiles at me and tells me, “Chloe wants more child support now that I got a promotion.” He says it and then looks at Gordon as the little boy picks pasta with his fork. 　　I can see it in my husband’s eyes that he wants to give Gordon the world, but paying Chloe more money in the name of child support will have her taking care of her own expenses before Gordon needs to like it, as it has always been from what I have seen. 　　She had demanded a few thousand bucks for some activity course for Gordon and ended that up by buying a convertible couch for her living room instead of putting her own son’s need first. Besides, we take him shopping for school stationary, books and also buy him clothes over and above the child support without any hesitation because he is our son. 　　I shouldn’t do any talking here, so I quietly finish my lunch and clean up the table. We go to the bedroom with kids, transfer Mabel from the pram to her crib and Gordon jumps to the bed with us having both of us on either of his sides. It feels like a perfect family. 　　We all take a Sunday post lunch nap hoping the evening will be even better and we will be able to relax with the kids before a hectic week starts again because a correction in the share market is expected as it has been hitting record highs off late and for George his General Manager is going on a vacation and he will have to take charge being an Assistant to him to manage a 520 room hotel with a sports event happening in town. It is fun to see how he manages the whole hotel with 4 restaurants, 7 banquet halls and his boss’s sexy secretary Luna, because of whom I get insecure. 　　She flaunts her perfect legs in the shortest formal skirt which sticks to her hips perfectly. It makes me worry about whether George wants to get between her legs. She walks in style in her heels and open straight hair. She even wears black carbon frame eyeglasses just like it’s shown in pornographic films. Adding on to this, the red lipstick on her pouty lips could lead to escalating any man’s urge to do her wild. George is also a very desirable man with his six feet height, slim and slender with well-defined muscles and his blue eyes doing a little extra in making females look at him twice. 　　Thinking about all of this, I don’t realize when I fell asleep, but we all woke up in like an hour and half, and George asked Gordon how he would want to spend his Sunday evening. He takes no time to answer that question by saying he wants to play with Mabel. We all spend a nice, relaxing, fun-filled Sunday evening and have a good sleep that night to only have a fresh start to another week. 　　Monday morning as I get Gordon ready for his pre-school, I feel the need to spend some time alone with George away from both the kids because of the dream I had last night which reminded me of how freaky we have been together as a couple before Mabel was born. With kids around, it becomes almost impossible to live as deviants. Experimenting with our sexualities was an exciting thing we would do, and I miss living the freedom we used to experience as a couple. 　　I had just come to Savannah from Paris for a cultural exchange program to learn about American hospitality and to take back the learning in order to get a better position in any hotel in Paris, but destiny had different plans. 　　I see the clock, and it is time for George to leave. Gordon goes along with him to be dropped at school from where Chloe would pick him up. I sit down to feed Mabel and staring at her, I go back to remembering the night I had landed here, which had been a very hectic day from such a long flight that I was not used to.