Liam changed into casual clothes as soon as he got home and headed to the nursery where a crib, baby changing station and rocking chair sat in various states of completion.
He picked up his tools and got down to work. But an hour in, he was still nowhere close to putting the first leg on the crib. No matter how many times he read the assembly instructions, he couldn't get the bolts and screws to fit.
"Fucking hell!" He groaned as he kicked a spanner on the floor and sent it soaring in the air, wincing when a sharp pain shot through his big toe.
Fixing cars was far easier than trying to build a nursery for his son. But it was a project he planned to see to completion.
He tried Eden again, but like the previous five times, her phone rang for a long time before the voicemail lady picked up.
Sighing in frustration, he called the nanny, and she confirmed Eden was not home. As far as she knew, she should be at work already.
"How's Kool-Aid?" He asked. "Is he behaving? Does he need anything?"
Brenda assured him his son was doing great and currently watching TV, and he had everything he needed.
Except his dad, Liam thought sadly, and his anger at Eden was back full force.
If she hadn't—
"Mr Anderson," Brenda said hesitantly on her end.
"Yes, Brenda?"
"I know it's not my place, but when will you meet him, Sir?"
"Soon," he promised and ended the call before she could quiz him further.
He had waited two years to learn of his son's existence. Three more weeks wasn't too long in the grand scheme of things. So he had resigned himself to meeting Aiden when he returned from his trip. If he saw him now and held him and got a whiff of his sweet baby smell, Liam knew he would never leave. And as much as he wished he could postpone his tour, he couldn't. Two thousand people depended on him for their livelihoods; he couldn't drop the ball again like he did with the trucks.
In the meantime, he'd finish his slow going DIY project.
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