4 Can I Call Him Daddy?

Her eyes suddenly sharpened as she never anticipated that she would be startled by the innocence of a child. She swept a side glance to Anthon but she saw danger in the way he shifted his gaze from her and her son. She suddenly ridiculed herself for thinking that way. There was certainly no way he would know. Only her. Not even her family.

She pretended to be calm and composed herself. Looking amused, she chuckled as she drew her son close to her chest.

" What are you saying? Do you want to add him as one of your daddies? You already have plenty of them. Daddy Joseph, Daddy Paul, etc.. "

Those names never existed and Jian was confused. There was only one daddy he knew and it was daddy Jim. Were there many things he still have to know?

He was not convinced.

"But mom, his eyes are like mine. You said daddy's eyes are like mine, that his brows are thick like mine. " He shrugged his shoulders then reached out his right hand to trace Anthon's eyes.

" Would you mind if I call you daddy Anthon, please? " He folded his hands together as if he was expecting rejection.

Anthon looked so pleased. His gaze suddenly became gentle the way his eyes always spoke.

"How can I say no to a child as cute as me? "

He suddenly picked him up lovingly and hugged him tightly. Jia looked at Anthon. And she saw that there was a sense of longing in the way he held him. What happened to his child?

A lump suddenly formed in her throat and she found herself having difficulty in holding back a tear. If only she was able to raise him up with his real father!

She subconsciously met Anthon's eyes. It held a dark and meaningful message. It could strip up her pretense in a moment if she would not harden her defenses.

"Go eat your cheesecake. You may as well borrow my phone and watch your videos."

The little creature quickly bounced his way to another table with a big grin on his face , grabbing her phone away. Little did he knew that he almost caused her mother a disaster. The shop attendant then came over to transfer the set of cake and drinks to his table.

"Are you hiding something? " His statement startled her but she was also as quick as a lighting in regaining her composure. After all, it's something she mastered for a lifetime. Somehow, a sense of bitterness crept in but she managed to conceal it with a smile.

"Stop being so serious. How are you? "

"Answer me. "

"That has nothing to do with you. After all, we each have our own piece of darkness and poignant memories and I'm sure you have your own slice to share."

He stared at her but did not say a single word. His eyes spoke no satisfaction in the answer he got. There was, instead, a sense of suspicion. She knew it was something he would do all measures to find out soon. She had doubts after all that when she left Blue Whale Mountain Resort, she left him something to wonder about.

Then, the child bounced his way back to the table.

"Daddy Anthon, is your son named Jian, too.?"

Anthon smiled. His name must be Jian.

"Yes, baby. His name is Jian." Anthon stole a glance at Jia.

"Really, dad? He is also five year old like me? " Jian's eyes widened in amazement.

Anthon's heart was pricked with a thousand pins at the child's mention of the word, 'dad'. It was something so sweet, making his heart leap.

"He is exactly five years old." He said as his eyes became blurred.

"How does he look like? " Jian persisted. He was at the age where a child makes endless questions.

Anthon took a deep breath, hoping that doing such would push his tears back to his lacrimal ducts. He stood up and picked him up. Then, he placed him in his lap. Glancing over at Jia, he pulled out his phone. He pressed the camera icon and shifted it into a front view. Soon, the face of Jian was reflected into the camera.

"That's how my son exactly looked."

Jia's heart stopped. He did not say, "exactly look like... but exactly looked."

Jian giggled. "Really, dad? Then, how does his mom look like? "

Jia was almost tempted to drag him by his collar and flee from his presence.

"Jian, stop it. "

But, Anthon and Jian seemed to have not heard her. Anthon pressed an icon in the camera, held it before her and press the click button.

Anthon, then, showed his captured photo to Jian. "That's how his mom looks. "

Jian giggled again. "That's mom. Is it possible?"

"Very possible." He said without smiling.

Jia was not amused anymore.

"Jian, would you still like to borrow my phone? "

She gave him a threatening look. He knew that his unlimited chance to play the phone would not extend to the comfort of their home.

"Okay! " He, then, grabbed her phone back and returned to his table.