21 Who are you?

I don't remember when I fell asleep last night. The headache was quite intense and the last thing I remembered was Robbie giving me medicine. The first thing that struck me after I woke up was Twen. I quickly threw my blanket aside and ran to his room. I banged open his room to see Twen deep in sleep. I sighed in relief. I looked at the time. It was six. I had to report by 9 and Twen's school is at 8.

My headache was gone. Turns out the medicine was effective. I tied my hair in a bun and went to the washroom for brush. I came out with brush in my mouth and went to the kitchen to see what I had for making breakfast. I almost staggered when I reached my drawing room.

In the couch, Robbie was stretched out. His long legs hanging from the sofa's handles. He didn't left?!!! He just casually slept in my house. Does he even remember that we are not in any sort of relationship? What if people saw him leaving my house now? What will they think? No more importantly, what if Twen wakes up and sees him? When did this guy became so careless?

I slowly treaded towards him. He was sleeping soundly. Even while sleeping his features were picture perfect. He looked so innocent. Who would have thought that the same guy so cruelly abandoned me? I tried waking him up.

"Robbie?" I called patting his arm. He didn't even budge. Twen will wake up in half an hour, I have to get him out of here before that. I patted with a little more force calling his name. No answer. Was he always this sound sleeper? How do I wake him? Maybe alarm? Or should I get some water?

I turned to get my alarm clock when a hand snaked round my waist and pulled me. I fell over Robbie, my back to his face. He snuggled behind me like a pup. So, he was awake. Damn this poser!

"Robbie, if your awake then leave quickly before other employees see you leaving my place" I said

This was really an awkward posture to be in. It looked like we were some loving couple. I vainly struggled to get out of his grasp. I felt his lips on my back as he smiled,

"Let them. I don't care!"

"I do!" I hissed through my brush, "I don't want people connecting me and my son with you"

His grip loosened. I quickly moved his hand and turned. He was silently looking at me. I gestured him to leave and went to my washroom.

The place he was holding me was still warm. I unconsciously touched my waist feeling something stir within me. Why was his every touch, every move, every word affects me so much? Was it because he was my bonded Alpha? I shook my head internally. I can't allow myself to be swayed. I am no more a carefree teenager. Now, am an adult and a parent. I should act responsibly.

I washed my mouth and face. I took the hand towel from the hanger beside. After drying my face, I turned to leave to make breakfast when I saw Robbie standing leaning on the door, crossed arm, blocking my exit.

"Why are you still here?" I asked, exasperated. Why is he making my life difficult?

"I wanna meet Twen" he said, looking at me seriously

I glared at him, "What did you say?"

"I wanna meet Twen" he repeated without so much as a twitch

"Why? Who are you to him that you could demand to meet him?" I seethed in fury

Robbie hung his head. He was looking half ashamed and half frustrated. I crossed my arms and spoke slowly putting emphasize on every word,

"Don't you dare think of using MY TWEN to enter my life!"

"I didn't think that" he murmured, raising his head. There was sincerity in his eyes, "I simply wanted to meet him, see him and know him as his dad"

BANG!

I punched the wall beside me with such force that the vibrations made my shaving kit and few of the other bathroom items behind me drop. Robbie remained unfazed. He simply kept looking at me with earnestness in his grey eyes. I looked down not to meet them. I didn't want to take pity on him. I clutched my fist, my blood boiling. How easily...just how easily he called himself Twen's dad!!

"Why? So that he could know how unwanted he was for his so-called dad?" I said in a trembling voice.

I heard footsteps as Robbie came to me. I raised my head, not moving back. He placed his hand on the wash basin behind me and bent. His face was close enough for me to clearly see a thin line of sweat on his forehead. He said in a regretful voice,

"Tony" he whispered, "I know I was wrong. But it was the words of a desperate teenager. I was afraid of my family's reaction. I thought terminating the pregnancy was the only way to avoid trouble. I had never regretted anything as much as I regretted saying those words"

I gritted my teeth and looked at him. My eyes swimming in angry tears. This is so inconvenient. Whenever am too overwhelmed with emotions, my tears would simply start falling. But I held it back with all my will.

"I WAS A TEENAGER TOO! I TOO WAS 17. IF YOU WERE AFRAID OF RESPONSIBILITY, DIDN'T YOU THINK THAT I, WHO WAS CARRYING THE BABY, HOW MUCH SCARED WAS I? YOU WERE SCARED OF YOUR FAMILY'S REACTION BUT ROBBIE, AT THAT TIME MY WHOLE FAMILY WAS YOU" I bellowed

I saw the impact of my words on Robbie. His expression looked chagrined and his eyes too filled with a thin film of tears. I was breathing hard. Those words were all my bitter feelings of that time. It was the hurt and betrayal, I felt at his words. I suppressed them all when I left. They were now all spilling out because this guy wouldn't stop poking on them. I said in a shaky voice,

"We needed you, Robbie. I NEEDED YOU! And you abandoned me just like my family" I was not able to hold my tears any longer as they fell blurring my sight.

Robbie left the basin and put his hand around me, hugging me. He put my head on his shoulder, patting my head. I cried like a kid, soaking his expensive shirt in my tears. I heard as he whispered, his voice breaking

"I am sorry. I am sorry. I am really sorry. I am so SORRY"