A temper tantrum

It was a difficult day and both Miraj and I were tired. I wanted to sleep but our little munchkin, who was now well-fed and bathed, had other plans. Considering he was asleep for almost eight hours during the day, he was reluctant to go to bed. His weakness limited his movements but the chatterbox could still talk.

"And then Ben needed Four Arms but his Omniritix gil-giltched and Heatblast came out..."

Yes, my three year old was obsessed with Ben 10 who turned into aliens to fight bad aliens. And yes, he still had difficulty in uttering a few words. Miraj and I often corrected his mispronunciations but I was exhausted right now so Miraj taught our son the right way to pronounce 'glitch'.

Ari was a bit shaken by today even though he was out for most of it. He wanted to stay with his parents as much as possible so we decided to sleep in his room with him, on his bed. He slept in between me and Miraj. I put my arm around Ari's stomach but left enough space in between us to not crowd him. So I went to sleep after a tiring day while listening to my husband teaching our son the right pronunciations.

***

Next morning, Ari was still asleep when Miraj and I were having breakfast at our dining table. While I cut into my Eggs Benedict, Miraj spoke, "The two bodies were found and the only tracks leading to them were yours. We can assume my father doesn't know what happened to his people..." He sighed and continued, "I expect you to not be so careless with our son's safety."

I stopped and looked at him. He was dressed in a steel grey suit and a crisp white shirt. His tall broad shoulders were highlighted because of the snug fitting of the suit jacket. His elegance and nobility shining through his table manners. I had some serious good luck in the husband department. I admired him for the man he was but he didn't have the right to hold me accountable like an actual husband would.

When it came to being Ari's mother, yes, he had the right to demand things but if I was putting up with his blood-thirsty, heir-hungry father, then I expected him to put up with my temper tantrums at least. And my actions yesterday were just that. A temper tantrum.

I decided to not call for help at first and follow the kidnappers all the way to his father and kill him once and for all. I was pissed at that man for risking my son's life for his wants and greed. I wanted to gut him for cutting into my alone time with Ari and endangering the possibility of anymore quality time with just us. It was the time when I felt like any normal mother and take care of Ari like he was just an ordinary child. And Miraj's father had decided to butt into our time. I was angry and feeling violent. I wanted to cut-up his face.

"I was pissed at your father so I decided to let them lead me to him and kill him. I assumed they planned to escape the city and go to their rendezvous point by their car or some other means of transport. I wasn't expecting them to have a hide out in the Jager forest. That was a mistake which I am gonna chalk up to being blinded by anger. They would expect us to look everywhere in our city and nearby places once we found out that their car has left town. We would look everywhere but not in the forest if they got rid of their car parked on the highway side." I paused for breath.

Then continued, "I think they gave up on stashing the car because I was still chasing them. It was a good plan actually, they were both familiar with the forest and knew exactly where they were going. Once I realized Ari was drugged I reconsidered my plan. I didn't know what they had given him and I didn't want him under its influence and in their captivity when I took on your father's men. I wasn't in the range of my cellphone network to call for back-up. So I decided to end the chase in that forest."