Decision

"But Timothy?" Jude stuttered as she looked up at him with overwhelemed look on her palish face. She didn't think he would like the house where she spent her early years. "I would have not been expecting you to like my house." She stated sceptically as she arched an eyebrow in perplexity.


"Oh, Judy!" Timothy exclaimed as his warm breath tickled her neck's smooth, milky skin. "I really love your house. I am honest." He furthered as he looked around the house with a smug broad smile across his plump lips. "I think it would be our second home after our mansion. Like our little secret." He teased her as he winked to her as she grinned, giggling inwardly. 


"Yeah but have it in mind it's going to take weeks even months to repair all this." She clarified wisely as she genuinely liked and appreciated his genius idea.


"I know! However, just imagine in summer when we occupy this cottage as we have such extras: woods, nature and most of all," He paused after he listed a few of the prominent things. "...lake, where to swim." Timothy kept on confindently.


"Yes. Every time whenever we desire to go to the lake, we don't need to walk around a half an hour through the woods. It's just takes seconds." 


"Exactly!"



***


After Lana spoke to Sister Ségoléne and signed some special documents as she proved with Johnny's birth certificate that she's his biological mother, then she was informed she should wait an hour at least until Johnny is formally adopted by his real mother. 

Afterward Ms.Winters went outside as she sat on the bench in the extensive, grand yard of the orphanage, casted a fixed void gape on the playing children, whose sweet and eloquent screams and shouts floated St.Ursula's outdoors part. She took out from her purse her cigarette pack, picked up a cigar with the lighter as she lit it up, dragging it as she relished the serene late autumn ambience that encompassed her with the children's voices that rang her ears. 

The young, aspiring journalist was tremendously impatient to gather Johnny from the orphanage and flee to New York as soon as possible. Frustration assaulted her as she was feeling mightless to the system that outraged her to wait an hour until Johnny comes with her at last. Opulent of questions span around her mind as she wondered if she's either going to be a good mother...or otherwise rather a lousy one. For example, how she is going to treat her sole son years after her abscence in teaching him and loving him?  How about telling him in the future about the gruesome truth behind her three years of loneliness without a reliable lover and a beauteous child on her shoulders? What about her motive to abandon him in an orphanage after she gave a birth? How she's going to apologize him for these heinous circumstances? How?

She thought about these questions that resurfaced in the profound pools of her mind and Lana determined to tell Johnny about her harrowing mistakes when he grows up a little since she figured out he's peculiarly young to assimilate this particular information. It was like a deep-rooted scar on her soul, destroying her deliberately. She recalled the story of Oliver, the secretive, wicked doctor who impregnated her how he grew up without a mother and he used to be a much different, arcane boy as he diverged from his peers. Her compassion for Johnny was more potent than her golden achievements and career obsession that blinded her. When she was in the middle of smoking, she took out of her purse her sunglasses, putting them on her face, shielding her eyes from the bright sun.


***

An hour later...


"Miss Winters!?" One of the nuns burst out her name shortly after she spoke with the administrator of the facility as she went outside to lit up a cigarette and dragging her second cigarette, walking up to the sitting woman. "Johnny will arrive in a couple of seconds. Just be patient!" The nun furthered as she didn't look younger than 30. She was readily youthful looking with olive skin color, black strand of straight hair out of her wimple and with honey eyes that eyed Lana's chocolate eyes. Further, she wasn't tall at all, besides she was pretty skinny. The young nun was notably hospitable towards the children and the parents who wish to adopt these godforsaken children.


"Thank you, Sister!" The juvenile reporter nod her head as a smug smile waved up across her lips. Her heart beats accelerated once she was being informed that Johnny is going at home with his mother. 


As she threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stamping it down with her stiletto as she got from the bench, meanwhile a nun guided the little boy to his mother, walking out from the front door of St.Ursula. 

When Lana beheld Johnny with his small rucksack on his back, carrying his luggage with clothes and a few pairs of shoes, she was about to have a heart attack beyond ecstasy to embrace a new family member in her narrow family circle as he was the sole person who was her actual family. She hasn't spoken to her own parents for a long time. She approached them as she couldn't wait to take in her arms the son who she forsaken and accepted in the same time. 


"Miss Winters, here's Johnny!" The other nun who aimed Johnny to Lana as they walked in the yard, didn't look older than 45 years old. Moreover, she was polite and open-minded. 

Once Lana and Johnny were mildly closer as their proximity was acceptable for a mother and a son. She has never been so close to a child especially her biological son. She fell in love with him as a mother, sensing an immense love for the young boy as she darted down her warm, twinkling chocolate eyes to his deep brown ones as he looked up shyly at her. The nun couldn't help, howsoever, wearing a smile on her face.

In the meantime, Lana crouched down to Johnny as she dangled her arms around his tiny body as he sensed warmness and love due to her tight, warm embrace. Seconds later, he wrapped his arms around her neck, grasping her as their hug became tighter. Johnny was bashful yet as his face flushed.


"Johnny, my baby boy!" Lana murmured softly as her son heard her velvety voice, jingling its melodic tunes through his small ears. His heart melted once he heard for first time his mother calling him "baby boy", besides addressing him with his birth name. 


Shortly after they broke off the hug, she scrutinized his physical features as she admired his cuteness and handsomeness, reminding her of Oliver and her in the same time. Likewise a hand lifted up as it cupped his chin, tilting his head as she had a better view of his appearance as she was in awe. He didn't react to her as she whispered:


"Oh my god!" Searing tears commenced building in her eyes as they almost verged to tumble down her face. "My beautiful boy!" She continued to belaud her son.


Johnny has never felt love and being loved in his life especially as a young boy. His insight awared him that Lana, the mother who she gave a birth to him and adopting him now, was actually a good person and he can really rely on and trust as she was the single person whom he can trust right now. 

A self-effacing smile formed on his thin lips as his chestnut eyes glistened as he sensed the tremendous love that Lana gave him three years later after his birth. He didn't peel a word since the nun brought him outside to his mother, minutes before eventually scraming from the orphanage without returning back ever again. 

Ms.Winters's face approached as she pecked feather, affectionate kisses on his temple and both cheeks as she didn't want to disappoint him as she cupped his chin yet. 

Suddenly she rose her body as her hand requested to join him as his wee hand surprsingly fit into her elegant, larger one as they began walking. The nun who guided Johnny, smiled to Lana and Johnny, waving to them as she wished them to have a nice day and vice versa. 

Lana walked out with her son St.Ursula's yard as they headed to her car. She couldn't wait to bring Johnny in his new home in New York where he truly belonged after years of misery and isolation.  They just spoke to one another as she asked him cliche questions though she didn't want to intrude him with plenty of questions especially now as she recognized slight fatigue in him, besides being rude and far from inquisitive of him. 


***


"We are home, Johnny!" Lana exclaimed jubilantly as she opened the front door of her luxurious apartment in New York as she let her son to step in the hallway, meanwhile she turned the lights. 


They were at home at last, hours after the tormenting, sluggish driving from Boston to New York. 

Once Johnny moved in the lit corridor of Lana's spacious apartment, he took off his coat as he wasn't tall enough to hang it on the hooks, as a result of his mother helping him a couple of seconds later after she shut the door and locking it up. Afterward he kicked off his shoes as she gave him domestic slippers which she bought him the day before as she wanted to buy some new clothes, shoes and toys for her son to not disappoint him. Luckily, she had chosen one of the best slippers for him during her shopping as well.

Johnny was somewhat bashful yet though his aprehension diminished with the passing hours as he got comfortable in his mother's presence. He had trusting issues, in fact he was abused physically and mentally by his own peers even older children in St.Ursula. He was much different child than them. He was much stronger, kinder and more persistent. 

As soon as they arrived in New York, it started raining heavily as the rain poured down like the heaven weeped bittersweet tears. 

When Lana released her frail skeleton from her coat as she hanged it on the hook as she kicked off her stilettos, subsequently hopping up in comfy, casual slippers, she lifted Johnny in her arms as she walked up to the kitchen, placing him on the chair, announcing him that they are going to have a dinner now, besides she questioned him what he wants to drink. He wanted an apple juice and she made to her son two sandwiches for dinner as she doesn't have enough time to cook as Johnny mattered to her much more rather than her primary needs. 

After she made a sandwich for her son, she served them to him and poured him an apple juice in an empty glass, thereafter giving it to him. He ate and drank in silence as she made a sandwich for herself. 

When they finished with the dinner, Lana gave him a chocolate bar for dessert as she wanted to please him with something sweet and welcome him in his new home. 

Afterwards she bathed him as she washed his hair with jasmine shampoo and lily soap his body days after his lack of personal hygiene that tortured the young boy. After she bathed him and washed his hair, she dressed him in a small bath towel, consequently leading him to her bedroom as she didn't have a lot of choice. She dressed him in pyjamas, putting him to sleep, kissing his forehead with mellow, loving kiss.

When she was still awake, she went in the bathroom as she took a quick, warm shower, thus changing herself in her pyjamas, brushing her teeth and going to bed lastly. 

The rain kept on pouring down and all of a sudden storm commenced brewing outside as it horrified the little boy, waking him in the middle of the night as he rubbed his mother's shoulder as she was deeply asleep for hours. 


"Mom! Mom!" He yielped as another lighting bolt jolted down outside, sending shivers down his spine of horror. 


"W-what is it, honey?" Lana muttered as she stirred, without opening her eyes. 


"Storm! I cannot sleep." He explained to her as he buried his face in her bosom, nuzzling the cotton pyjama top's fabric, sensing its softness. 


"Oh my, my little Johnny!" She clasped her warm, protective arms around his, pulling him closer to her to comfort him as she didn't dare to open her eyes. "Mommy is here finally. You shouldn't be afraid of the storm."


Instead of replying, he just sensed the comfort as it soothed him, encouraging him to fall asleep quickly and peacefully in the same time. Within a handful of minutes, he fell asleep ultimately as he forgot about the storm, overlooking it, due to his mother's presence and counsel.



To be continued...

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