"I love you mommy," said your little boy with blonde hair.
Smiling you patted his head. "I love you too baby." It had been almost five year since his father had broken up with you.
You were nearly bouncing in your seat. Today you had just found out that you were pregnant. It really didn't matter that you were eighteen, it didn't matter that you weren't married, what mattered was that you and the love of your life were going to have a baby together.
"Francis over here!" you waved down your boyfriend. He smiled and ran over to the café outdoor table. "Francis," you said taking his hand in yours, "I have some news."
"So do I."
You were a little surprised, "Oh, well you go first then."
"I've been accepted to a culinary school in France."
Silence passed between the two of you. "Oh…well that's great Francis."
He seemed to get a little more somber, "And I think that now is the time for us to go our separate ways. Long distance relationships never work out."
"Yeah, right," you choked back a sob.
"Thank you __________, I'm so glad you understand," he gave you a quick peck on the cheek and ran off. You couldn't bring yourself to tell him, he was so happy and a child would just get in the way. Besides, if he really loved you he would have found a way to make it work.
~End of Flashback~
Now you had a son, he looked and acted exactly like his father, but without the French accent.
"Mommy, is daddy ever going to come back?"
You looked down at your son with sad eyes, "No, honey I don't think he is."
Your son pouted, "Uncle Arthur says daddy is a bastard."
Your eyes widened, "(Son's name), that is a bad word don't use it."
"But Uncle Arthur uses it…"
"Uncle Arthur is also going to get a mouthful of soap when we get home," you said turning back to the selection of milk.
"Mommy I want chocolate milk," (son's name) whined.
You smiled, "Ok, but just this once. After this we have to go get someone a birthday cake."
His eyes widened in glee, "Yay! Then my friends will come over. Peter and Ravis and Francisco (Seborga) and Anna (Wy)!"
"Alright what kind of cake does the birthday boy want?"
"Hmm," (son's name) went into deep thought. "Vanilla!"
You picked him up and put him in the cart, "Ok, Vanilla it is."
At the bakery you rang the little bell.
"Ohonhon~ and what can I do for-________!"
"F-Francis?" your eyes widened.
Francis looked pale from shock, "_-________."
"Mommy, who is he?"
Francis looked at you and then at your son, he looked a little sad. Then something seemed to click, "Umm…_________, how old is he?"
"He's turning four today," you said quietly.
"Mommy!" (son's name) tugged in your sleeve, "I wanna go home!"
You looked at him with sad eyes, "Yes…"
He walked around the counter and held you to his chest, "Forgive me."
"I-I do forgive you," you said and looked into his eyes. Giving you another one of his charming smiles he leaned forward to kiss you, "But," you put a finger to his lips, "I'm not sure if I can trust you."
Francis got down on his knee and took your hand in his, "Then I'll do whatever it takes to earn your trust again. Even if it takes me the rest of my life. Because _________, I never stopped loving you."
Tears came to your eyes as you said, "I never stopped loving you either…"
The tender moment was broken as someone screamed, "I WANNA GO HOME!"