The Son I Left Behind Called Me Mommy Chapter 02

The Son I Left Behind Called Me Mommy Chapter 02

Mrs. Vance was still in the living room when I came downstairs.

She shot me a look. “You saw him?”

I nodded, waiting for the blow to fall.

She stayed silent for a moment, then let out a heavy sigh.

“You should stay here and spend some time with him for the next couple of days.”

“What?” I asked, sure I’d misheard her.

She didn’t explain. She just muttered under her breath, “I don’t know what he was thinking, insisting you come over.”

He? Did she mean Callan?

Or was it Coop?

It didn’t matter. I wasn’t about to let this chance slip away. I thanked her quickly before she could change her mind.

Once the nannies and the butler left, it was just me and Coop in the vast silence of the villa.

I settled into a guest room right next to his so I could keep an eye on him.

In the middle of the night, his fever spiked again.

After coaxing him to take his medicine, I turned to leave, but felt a tug on my shirt.

Coop was gripping the fabric tight, even in his sleep.

I didn’t have the heart to pull away.

I ended up climbing into bed and falling asleep right beside him.

The next morning, I woke up to a tickling sensation on my face.

I opened my eyes to find Coop carefully counting my eyelashes with his tiny fingers.

He flinched when he realized I was awake. “Sorry. Did I wake you up?”

I pulled him into a hug and gave him a playful squeeze. “No, baby. I’m all slept out.”

He seemed surprised by the affection, but he crawled into my arms anyway.

After a long pause, he whispered, “Were you the one taking care of me last night?”

“Yeah.” I nodded.

Coop went quiet, burying his face in my chest.

Just as I started to worry, he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. His voice was thick with tears.

“Mom, I mean, ma’am… am I a lot of trouble?”

“What?” I asked, my heart breaking.

“Am I hard to take care of?” he asked again, his little voice so serious it hurt.

A wave of bitterness and guilt flooded my chest.

“Of course not,” I whispered. “You’re the best boy.”

He had been so brave last night, taking his medicine without a single complaint.

“Then, then why…”

He started to say more, but the sound of footsteps downstairs cut him off.

It was the butler bringing breakfast and checking in.

I had to admit, Callan had raised him well.

Coop got out of bed, dressed himself, and brushed his teeth without being told.

He sat perfectly still at the dining table, waiting for me.

I set a bowl of Chicken Noodle Soup in front of him.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he said politely.

I laughed softly and ruffled his hair.

He tried to act cool, but as I walked past, I saw his feet swinging excitedly under the table.

After breakfast, he hopped onto the sofa next to me. He told me his teddy bear was missing.

“Can you ask Daddy? He’ll know where it is!”

I couldn’t say no to those eyes.

I pulled out my phone and opened a chat that had been dead for years.

[Coop says his teddy is missing. Do you know where it is?]

Somehow, he replied almost instantly.

[In his closet. Left side, second shelf. I washed it and put it away.]

He didn’t ask why I was there. He didn’t ask why I was talking to our son.

I typed a quick [Thanks] and took Coop upstairs.