When There Is Nothing Left But Love

“Come with me.”

A few seconds after the duo walked out of the private room, silence fell once again.

I hid behind the wall for another short while. Once the room went completely silent, I tiptoed my way out.

As soon as I reached the entrance, I had an odd feeling. When I turned around, I noticed the little boy I encountered on our way back home from the hospital, Gregory, had his eyes glued to me with a bright grin.

He stood upright and seemed to be anticipating my arrival because he wasn’t surprised by the stranger in the room the slightest bit.

When I thought things were way too awkward, Gregory broke the silence and asked, “Have you figured out everything?”

Slightly taken aback by his question, I asked, “What?”

“That woman who was here a few minutes ago!” Gregory tucked his arm and orated, “She’s my father’s fiancée, but we don’t really like her! Actually, the feelings are mutual between us! Since someone has to marry my father, can you be the one? I like you! You look just like my mother! Can you be my mother?”

with chubby little cheeks behaved like an old man. I started chuckling, finding his choice

on my knees and leaned forward to carry on with the conversation. “You’re not supposed to poke your nose into the adults’ businesses. You’re just a kid. On top of that, you need to stop addressing a random woman as your mother

made myself clear in a serious manner, yet I got increasingly discouraged as I went

be honest, I could barely suppress the urge to pinch his

the other hand, Gregory seemed to have misperceived my words as he asked sulkily, “Do you hate

could I possibly hate you when you’re

don’t mean it.

me, don’t you?” Gregory interrupted me and asked rhetorically. He held his chest high and announced, “Don’t worry! My father is a great man! He will take good care of you! As long as you promise me to marry him,

and asked, “What do you mean by dealing with the rest? What are

told me I can get myself another few siblings if I get Daddy to spend more time with

weren’t supposed to be shared with a child of his age. Perhaps he had inherited the genetics of

being said, he was way too naïve in which he had approached a random woman on the streets

together. I can agree to help, but your father may not have any feelings for me. If that’s the case, things will end up miserably and cause both of us a lot of trouble. You’re not supposed