The Son I Left Behind Called Me Mommy Chapter 07

The Son I Left Behind Called Me Mommy Chapter 07

On my first day of work, I didn’t have a nanny yet, so I had to 

bring Coop to the office. 

He was an angel, sitting on the rug and playing with Legos. 

My colleagues were floored when they found out he was 

mine. 

“He’s so big! You don’t look like you’ve even had a kid.” 

“I’m so jealous,” one girl sighed. “I wish I could have a kid 

that cute.” 

Hearing the compliment, Coop looked up from his toys. 

“Thanks, Auntie! You’re really pretty too!” 

He had them wrapped around his finger instantly. They 

showered him with snacks all day. 

As the clock ticked toward five, a text from Callan popped 

1. up. 

[Still at the office?] 

[Yeah.] I typed back. [Coop is with me.] 

Callan: [Okay. I’ll pick you up.] 

Rush hour in Oakhaven was a nightmare. 

When I stepped out of the lobby, I saw Callan leaning against 

his Cadillac Escalade. 

“Daddy!” Coop waved. 

Callan looked up, but his eyes weren’t on Coop. They were 

on me. 

For a split second, the air between us changed. 

Callan took Coop from my arms. 

He glanced at my shoulder. “Long day?” 

I shook my head. “I’m alright.” 

He bounced Coop in his arms. “No more junk food today, you 

hear me?” 

Coop ducked his head into Callan’s neck, secretly winking at 

1. me. 

Callan caught us. “You too, Maya. No feeding him trash.” 

I tried to hide the bag of snacks my coworkers had bought 

behind my back. “Me? Never.” 

I shrugged at Coop. My hands are tied, kid. 

He slumped against Callan’s shoulder like a deflated balloon. 

Since Coop had school, he couldn’t stay at my loft 

permanently. 

Callan was taking him back to the estate tonight. 

On the way back, Callan swung the Escalade into a grocery 

store parking lot. 

“We’re out of food at the house.” 

He deftly popped Coop into a shopping cart and pushed him 

toward the produce. 

I followed quietly behind them. 

Watching them together, we looked like a real family. It 

wasn’t a bad feeling. 

Halfway through, we ran into a neighbor. 

The man looked at me, then at Callan. “And who is this?” 

Callan said calmly. “This is Maya. Cooper’s mother.” 

Coop started bragging immediately. “Look! This is my Mommy! Isn’t she beautiful?!” 

I rubbed the back of his head, blushing. 

The neighbor seemed to catch the vibe. 

He grinned at Callan. “Sounds like I should expect an invitation soon?” 

I opened my mouth to correct him, but Callan beat me to it. 

“Soon. I’ll let you know when we have a date.” 

I spent the rest of the trip in a daze, wondering what the hell that meant. 

After dinner, Callan sent Coop upstairs to bed. 

Coop, sensing the shift in the air, didn’t argue. 

Callan walked over to me, his presence looming. “A word?” 

I nodded. I had questions too. 

The lights in the study were off. 

The moment the door clicked shut, he pinned me against 

the wood. 

Callan kissed me hard. 

It wasn’t a gentle reunion. 

It was a desperate, hungry collision, like he was pouring 

years of suppressed rage and longing into me at once. 

“Mm…” I gasped, the sting of his teeth hitting my lip. 

In the dark, I felt something wet hit my shoulder. A tear. 

“Maya,” Callan choked out, his voice breaking. “You’re 

heartless. You really are.” 

The words pierced me. I fought to keep my own tears back. 

“I’m sorry…” 

Callan cupped my face with both hands. “Don’t. Don’t say 

that.” 

In the pitch–black room, we couldn’t see each other, but the 

heat of his gaze was unmistakable. 

“It was my fault. I didn’t do enough.” 

“No,” I interrupted. “You’ve been amazing. You raised Coop to 

be such a good boy.” 

Callan shook his head. 

“No. If I had been good enough, I would have given you the 

security you needed back then.” 

I went cold. “You know?” 

“My mother told me,” he whispered. He took a shaky breath. 

“If I had just been honest with you sooner… would things be 

different?” 

Years had passed. I wasn’t that fragile girl anymore. 

“I was young and immature too, Callan. It wasn’t just you.” 

He leaned his forehead against mine, his nose brushing mine 

in the dark. 

“We were both too young,” he sighed. “We thought we had 

to win or lose. We forgot we were supposed to be on the 

same side.” 

“Maya, give yourself a chance. Give us a chance.” 

“Give me a chance to make this right.”