I thought it'd be something bad like, he can't handle a woman with a child, or, he's leaving me for the balloon boob bitch Jackie.
Hudson: I have to go to Rio for a week. I have a photo shoot for the Olympics and I can't take anyone with me.
Me: A week
I whined, not wanting him to leave me alone for a week. But if I went three years without sex, I can at least go one week. Maybe.
Hudson: But the longer I'm gone, the harder I'm gonna fuck you
Me: Mmh, then stay for a month.
I giggled as he pushed my afro behind my ear and leaned in to kiss me. It was like a kiss from a movie. And out of nowhere, it started raining. We looked around and smiled at each other. Me: Promise you'll just do business and come straight back home.
Hudson: I promise.
The smile I gave to him triggered him to smile back. Just before leaning into a hard, really wet, kiss. We went inside after almost five minutes and sat in the kitchen to dry. My dad left and Monica was reading Matteo a story in his room.
Me: Want you to stay.
Hudson: I know baby, but I'm forced to go, unless I want to loose my job.
Me: I know. When do you leave
Hudson: Tomorrow morning at eight.
I frowned. Then looking at him I smiled. I was going to be lonely but it was a good think that Matteo wasn't in school yet until next year, so I can play more with him.
Me: I need to get out of these wet clothes.
Hudson: I'm gonna go home and change then I'll be back here
I nodded then we both stood up and kissed. I got I'm the shower then I put on a baggy gray sweater and a pair of soft black shorts with a pair of gray socks. Then I heard Matteo crying. I rushed to see him sitting on his bed with an empty bottle in one hand and his teddy bear in the other.
Me: What's wrong baby
Matteo: I not tired mamma!
I scooped his little body ulcer into my arms, cradling him and wiping his tears. I set the bottle on the dresser and the bear on the bed as he cuddled me with his tiny arms. I walked into my time and sat on my bed with him. Swinging him back and forth very slowly until he fell asleep. And soon I fell asleep too with Matteo in my arms.
It was hard to believe that his father was such a dick and he turned out to be a little bundle of perfect. He didn't cry much, and when he did it was because he was hungry, hurt or 'not tired.'  If something ever happened to him, my life would be over.