Leave Your Lover (18+) || FreenBecky [Completed]

Chapter 64

I awoke to the sensation of someone's arm wrapped around me. It wasn't Saif's small hand, so I opened my eyes to see who it was. To my surprise, it was Freen, snuggled up next to me as she slept.

Meanwhile, Saif stood nearby, his arms crossed and a perplexed expression on his face.

"Hey, this is my room, but I was the one sleeping on the floor," Saif protested, giving me an accusing look. I couldn't help but chuckle, which roused Freen.

Glancing toward the floor, I noticed there was a mattress. It seemed that Freen had moved him there so she could sleep beside me.

"Why?" Freen rubbed her eyes, and I gestured for her to look at her son, who was now pouting. "Are you jealous, baby? Come here." Freen opened her arms, and Saif's face brightened as he rushed to embrace her.

***

While Freen attended to Saif, whose nanny was resting due to a fever, I decided to whip up breakfast for the two of them.

"Smells delicious," Freen commented as she wrapped her arms around me while I was busy cooking omelettes.

"Saif might see us. Let go," I whispered.

"Why? We're not doing anything," Freen giggled and rested her chin on my shoulder. "I've missed this, Bec."

"Breakfast is ready. Let go," I urged. But Freen simply turned off the stove and made me face her.

"Don't you miss me?" she asked.

"Now's not the right time, Freen. Your son is going to be late for school," I said, cupping her cheeks and gently pinching them.

"Mommy!" Saif shouted, glaring at us. He approached us and pushed Freen aside. "She's my bride." Saif took my hand and gave his mom a defiant look, which made both of us chuckle.

"Becky can't wait for you to grow up," Freen said, ruffling her son's hair. "Let's eat; Becky finished cooking."

However, Saif refused to let go of my hand. Instead, he pulled me to sit at the table. Since he couldn't reach the chair, I lifted him up. He turned to his mom and stuck out his tongue at her.

After eating, Freen and I took Saif to school. He was hesitant at first, but after Freen talked to him, he entered his classroom while sniffling.

"Saif loves going to school, but since you're here, he wants to skip a day. That's unusual," Freen mentioned while driving the car to my home.

"Unusual?" I asked.

"I thought you were a good influence on him, but it seems that you're not. See? He'd rather not go to school just to be with you." She chuckled. "But seriously, it's my first time seeing Saif sleep so peacefully."

"What do you mean?" I asked again, curious about what she was saying.

"I told you that Saif couldn't fall asleep easily. He always had these nightmares, but he wouldn't talk about them. I tried sleeping in his room several times, but it was no use. Yet, in your arms, he falls asleep so easily." She looked at me for a while, smiling, and then focused on the road.

"Did something happen to him before? I mean, he wouldn't have those nightmares if he wasn't traumatized," I suggested.

"I don't know," she shrugged, making my eyebrows furrow.

"What should I expect? You're not with your son 24/7. Don't take it negatively. I'm just trying to understand the situation." I looked out the window and still wondered about that kid.

Saif was a sweet kid, and I didn't feel uncomfortable even after knowing that he was my ex's son. At first, I thought I wouldn't feel comfortable with him since he would remind me of how heartbroken I was, knowing I might never get my lover back. But Saif made me realize that, just like me, he wanted to have a complete family, and Saint couldn't give that to him.

"Are you worried about him?" Freen asked, breaking the silence.

"No, I'm just wondering," I sighed and bit my lip.

"Don't worry too much about him. He's mature for his age. I think I've neglected him, and that's why he chose to hide everything from me instead of telling me because of my busy days," she said.

"Freen..." I called her.

"What is it?" She raised her brows.

"Nothing."

I wanted to know more about Saif. I wanted to help him. I didn't want him to grow up like me. Having a broken family isn't simple. Every time I thought about it, it made my heart swell.

"Come on, tell me," she chuckled. "Or else, I won't be able to sleep, thinking about what your question might be."

"Is Saif your son?" I asked. There, I asked it.

Freen slowed down and sighed. She bit her lip and slowly nodded.

"He is my son, Becky," she answered.

I didn't know if I should be happy or sad. All this time, I thought Saif might be adopted. But I guess he really was Freen's.

"So, Sai- comes from Saint and the F comes from Freen?" I asked again, but this time with a chuckle to keep the atmosphere light.

"Saif means 'protector.' That's all. Zee suggested that name." Freen chuckled, and I nodded.

"So, was Zee with you when Saif was born?" I asked.

"Yes," Freen stopped the car as we reached the parking lot.

My heart raced. Now, I couldn't help but think about it.

Was Zee Saif's father and not Saint? But Zee would never do that to me.