I surveyed the living room, which was jumbled with medical supplies and Aiden’s toys. There was a dense quiet. I kept thinking about Vanessa’s statements from that morning.
“James, I can’t handle this any longer. I want my life back.”
“What are you saying?” In an attempt to digest the shock, I had inquired.
“Aiden… Though I adore him, he is a hardship. I’m ready to go.”
“How can you say that?” My voice was broken. “He’s our son!”
But she was set on something already. She gathered her things and walked out of sight. Aiden and I became parents to him on that day.
“Hey, buddy, you want to play with the blocks?” Aiden was near the window in his wheelchair when I shouted out to him. His brilliant eyes gleamed, and he grinned broadly.
“Dada, blocks!” he exclaimed, laughing and fluttering his hands.
I placed the blocks in front of him and observed his attempts to stack them due to his restricted movement. I gained strength from times like these. All of my problems—tiredness, financial hardship, insomnia—went away when I witnessed Aiden’s growth.
One evening, Brian came over with a six-pack in hand. “You holding up, man?”
“Trying my best,” I sighed. “It’s not easy.”
“Vanessa’s a piece of work, leaving you guys like that.”
Yes, I mumbled. “But I’m not gonna let her mess with us anymore.”
James, you’re doing fantastic. You’re lucky to have Aiden.”
I nodded, attempting to convince myself of it. Our neighbor Lucy would frequently stop by with food and volunteer to watch the kids. I had no idea how I would handle things without Brian and Lucy.
A decade went by. Vanessa sent me an email one evening. I gazed at the display, my heart racing.
“James, I regret everything. I want to see Aiden. I made a huge mistake. Please.”
I was filled with rage. How could she? following so many years?
“What’s wrong, Dad?” Wheeling himself into the room, Aiden questioned.
“Nothin’, little one. Simply said, adult material.”
That night, I had trouble sleeping. It was frustrating to imagine Vanessa waltzing back into our life. However, a part of me questioned whether Aiden had a right to know his mother.
We gathered at a tiny café. Vanessa appeared more aged and worn out.
She said, “James, thank you for coming.”
“Why now?” I insisted. “Why after all this time?”
She said, “I couldn’t bear the guilt.” “At the time Aiden was conceived, I had an affair. James, he’s not your son.”
It was as though I had taken a punch to the gut. “What?”
“I apologize. I have to be honest with you.”
I was in chaos. We must have a DNA test. I need to know!”
It was agony to wait. I was unable to concentrate and eat. I was terrified and doubtful, despite Brian and Lucy’s best efforts to divert my attention.
At last, the outcomes were revealed. I cautiously opened the packet with shaky hands.
“Not the biological father.”
The weight of the words crushed me and caused me to fall to the ground. However, something clicked when I noticed Aiden playing with his bricks. No matter what, he was still my son.
Vanessa called, excited in her tone. “Did you get the results?”
“Yeah,” I responded firmly. “He’s not my boy. But nothing changes as a result of that. I call him my son.”
James, I would like to be involved in his life. And I need the federal funding you get to take care of him.”
I was shocked by her boldness. “Not at all. You departed. You’re not allowed to march back in and make demands.”
“James, please. I’ve grown.”
“Goodbye, Vanessa.” I hung up feeling both relieved and angry.
I put Aiden to bed that night, his little fingers clasped around mine.
“Dada, story?”
I grinned. Yes, my friend. There once was a time…”
Reading made me realize that we weren’t defined by Vanessa’s betrayal. When it came down to it, Aiden was my son. No one could take away our unity as a team.
Though I couldn’t predict the future, I was convinced of one thing. Combined, we would be stronger than before.
There was an odd quiet in the weeks following Vanessa’s call. It seemed as though a burden had been removed. It hurt to know the truth, but it also freed me. I carried on with Aiden’s routine, finding happiness in the small things.
The phone rang one morning when I was preparing breakfast. Once more, it was Vanessa.
She said, “James, we need to talk.”
“I told you, Vanessa, there’s nothing left to say.”
“You must hear this, though. Come over to the café with me.”
I reluctantly gave in. Vanessa appeared much more desperate at the café.
“James, I want to be involved in Aiden’s life. I’m his mother, even though I made mistakes.”
“And you think you can just come back and fix everything?” I lost my temper.
“I might try it. I’d want to give it a shot. Aiden deserves to know his mother, even if I know I don’t deserve it.”
Vanessa, he deserves stability. He’s content. We’re content.”
Tears filled her eyes. “Please, let me see him.”
I let out a sigh, with a mix of nostalgia and sympathy. I’ll give it some thought. It’s not all up to me, though.”
I sat with Aiden that night. “Buddy, what would you think about seeing your mom again?”
His gaze grew wide. “Mum? Does she wish to see me?”
“Yeah, she does.”
After a few period of silence, he nodded. “Okay, Dada.”
A twinge of hope mixed with despair overcame me. Perhaps Aiden has a chance to have something that I had assumed was lost.
The initial meeting was uncomfortable. Aiden was bashful, and Vanessa was anxious. But as the minutes went by, he warmed up and began chatting about his favorite shows and showing her his toys. Remorse and delight mixed together as Vanessa watched.
“James, he’s incredible,” she murmured. “You’ve done such a good job.”
“Thanks,” I said, maintaining my vigilance.
Weeks passed, and Vanessa’s visits increased in frequency. Aiden appeared content, and I started to consider the possibility that we might be able to establish a new normal.
The letter then arrived. Vanessa’s attorney requesting a portion of the government funding I was given to care for Aiden. My heart raced.
“What the hell, Vanessa?” Next day I confronted her. “You said you wanted to be part of his life, not take what he needs!”
“I’m not aware of that,” she stumbled. “My lawyer said it was my right.”
“Your right?” I was enraged. “What about the rights of Aiden? He requires that assistance!”
“I apologize, James. I didn’t intend to.
“Just stop. This isn’t about you. It’s about him.”
She had a guilty expression. “I’ll make this right. I swear.”
Vanessa retracted her claim a few days later. However, the harm had already been done. My faith in her was dashed. We had our final meeting in the café.
Vanessa, there’s something I need you to comprehend. Aiden’s life is not something you can just enter and exit. He requires consistency.”
She responded, “I know,” as tears streamed down her cheeks. “I just wanted to make things right.”
“The past is unchangeable. However, you can choose wiser decisions going forward. In honor of Aiden.
Deflated, she nodded. “I’m going. But just let him know that I adore him.”
“I will.”
I cuddled up to Aiden that night and felt his little chest rise and fall. The weight of everything that had transpired made my heart hurt. On the other hand, I was also really at peace.
I knew we would be fine no matter what when I saw Aiden’s happy face in the morning. It was sufficient that we had each other.
As always, Brian and Lucy supported us and helped us celebrate our little successes. Despite our unusual family structure, we managed to remain strong.
“Dada, are we okay?” One evening, Aiden questioned, his worried eyes wide.
“My friend, we’re doing just fine. Nothing can separate us as a team because we are one.”
With a smile, he gave me a firm hug. “I love you, Dada.”
“I love you too, Aiden.”
The anguish of Vanessa’s treachery subsided as the days stretched into months, to be replaced by delight at seeing Aiden develop and flourish. We overcame obstacles as a team, and we emerged from them stronger than before.
Although it wasn’t ideal, our life was ours. That was all that was important. With hope in our eyes, Aiden and I looked to the future, knowing that love and dedication, not blood, were what truly united us as a family.
Hand in hand, heart to heart, we were prepared for whatever was ahead.
