His Mother's Husband

   Both wondered who could be at the door yet they said nothing just staring at the door. There was just one way to find out and that's asking the person to come inside. They watched the door closely, waiting to see the person open the door. It didn't take long before the door opened and they saw their mom standing by the door with her hand on the handle looking hesitant.

"Mom?"

  Michael called out to her and she walked in like she was afraid of stepping on the floor. They knew she was afraid to approach them because of what she has told them, she is probably afraid that they are still angry at her and would not want to see her. Well, they are still angry at her but they are keeping it aside because she is their mom. They would not stay angry at her but things would not be the same again between them. Before they can trust her again, she will have to work for it.

  "Come here, come sit with us"

Mitchelle said, looking up at her face. They needed her to know that they aren't upset or mad at her. She nodded once then sat at the sofa across them instead of sitting on the bed with them. Her gaze was glued onto the floor as though ashamed to even look at them or to make eye contact. As they observed her they noticed a few bags under her eyes and her body wasn' t as fit as before, she looked worn out. She has been crying and both knew. Their heart twitched at the thought of their mom crying because of them. Only that it's not their fault. They were not supposed to clap for her after hearing what she said.

  "It doesn't necessarily mean that we are not angry with you so don't get us wrong"

Michael said with a cool expression and maintained a straight face. 

  He was trying his best not to give in to the emotions that threatened to consume him. He was tired and tired of fighting against tears. He was tired of denying himself from letting out those emotions. He was tired of being angry. He was tired of being sad. He was tired of everything. He just wants to be done but he is like the father figure mitchelle and him have and his mom's husband for now. He can't break down in front of them. No matter how much he tell himself he is okay, like he is cool and not hurting, he lies to himself. He wouldn't mind going down and crying his heart out. He has been hurt too. 

  His eyes were focused on his mom. She looked up at him, tears brimming her eyes.

"I can understand if you hate me...if you want to leave me alone..."

She whispered, her voice trembled. Michael stood up and crossed the room in three steps. He grabbed her hands and smiled softly at her, sitting beside her side. Mitchelle joined them on the sofa.

  "You know that isn't true, mommy"

Mitchell spoke softly and placed her small and delicate hand gently on their mother's trembling ones.

"We don't hate you, forget that I said that earlier. I was just angry. You hurt us so badly that what we could feel at that moment was hatred. Michael and I don't know why you did what you did and we will not ask you. It's up to you to tell us if you find us worthy of knowing the whole truth but until then, we will love you and respect you. One thing is, I am not sure I can trust you like I used to do, hopefully you understand that."

 Mitchelle finished and their mother wiped her tears from her cheeks and embraced them both, pulling them closer to her.

"I understand you perfectly, my babies, my precious children. Thank you"

"For what mother?"

"For forgiving me, for understanding. For giving me a chance. Things might not be the same again but I am okay with what you can give me at the moment. I know I broke your trust. Yes, I owe you an explanation and there is no justification for what I did. But can I tell you when I am ready."

She said looking at each of them. They nodded their heads and said:

"It's alright, we can understand that it's a hard time for all of us. Just don't forget that we are your only best friend or have you gotten another one, we don't know?"

Michael joked with a wink which made his mother smile softly.