"Don't worry, Munchkin will be okay," Theo slowly said.
I knew he was trying to comfort me, but the firmness in his tone could not give me any reassurance at all.
After all, I did not even know where Munchkin was right now.
I chose to trust him when it came to love, but common sense told me that I could only treat his words of comfort as a lie.
"Theo, I'd like to visit Cecilia tomorrow.” I suddenly did not know what to do. It was useless to keep waiting like that, so I figured I should just visit Cecilia. Maybe I would feel a little better that way.
Sure. I'll go there with you tomorrow. It's late now. Get some rest first." He stroked my abdomen as though reminding me that even though I could stand it, the baby in my belly needed rest.
I nodded in silence and lay on the bed.
Usually, I would habitually turn my back toward him and press my back against his chest to feel his warmth.
However, today, I could not help but feel that such a posture would make me realize how empty my arms were.
In order to get more rest, I rolled over and embraced Theo.
He was clearly stunned, then gently patted my back and coaxed me to sleep like he was coaxing a child.
On this night, my mind did not get enough rest as I kept having scattered dreams.
Sometimes, I would dream of the good times Munchkin and I had together. Sometimes, I dreamt that Munchkin had returned to my side. I would see him when he was still healthy. He even opened his arms and ran toward me.
Maybe it was because there was something on both of our minds, Theo and I could not stay asleep. Hence, we got up very early and went to the cemetery after having breakfast.
On the way there, I watched as the sun gradually rose from the edges of the city. However, I could not see hope.
I was not confident about the things I said to Alex last night. There were many things that were easier said than done.
When we arrived at the cemetery, I put the fresh flowers I bought on Cecilia's
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