It was late at night before Felix returned home. Recently, he had become aware of just how empty his house had been ever since he had lost Hazel and his twins. And it was all because of the Peters. After the afternoon he had spent at Frozen Treats with Cassie and her siblings, he had suddenly felt reluctant to return home when the Peters had waved him goodbye at their front door. Felix had suddenly realized that he didn’t want to go back to his house. There was nothing waiting for him there. It was just a big building filled with broken dreams and empty rooms.
He had wanted to put off going back to his place for as long as possible. But what could he say his reason of wanting to stay was? The clothes that he wasn’t wearing – his tie and jacket – were in the backseat of the car, right beside the pastel baby journal he and Hazel had bought for their twins. Shortly after they had left for the ice cream place, he had turned off his phone and slipped it into his pocket. His mum had figured out that he wasn’t at work and had swapped sending him links to items she wanted him to buy with calling him consistently. He had gotten tired of his phone vibrating and had turned it off in retaliation. He found himself wishing that he hadn’t called a mechanic earlier to sort out his car while he had been away. Maybe if he hadn’t, he would have been able to wait inside while the issue was being sorted out. So he had waved them goodbye, gotten into his car and drove off.
Walking through the front door of his place, he realized that he had forgotten how much laughter and happiness could fill the hallways of a house and Cassie and her siblings had reminded him of that. Even the brunette that had kept to herself, Isabel, was a reflection of how much love was in Cassie’s. His house was just a building, Cassie’s was a home.
He had tossed his car keys into a bowl on the counter when he felt his phone ringing. Even before he fished it out of his pocket, he knew that it was his mum that was calling him. She had been awfully quiet ever since the weekend. He guessed that she was probably trying to come up with the best way to confront him about the fact that he hadn’t even bothered to call her back after he had seen her calls. He knew that there were many conversations that his mother wanted to have with him. She would want to know why he hadn’t returned any of her calls and why he hadn’t yet started making payments for any of the items she wanted. She would also want to know why he had yelled at Luther in the hallway; that was if she had found out about it already. He had made up his mind to not call her back if she didn’t first call him.
“Hello, mother.” He greeted once he picked up the phone.
“Why didn’t you call me back, Felix?” She snarled. “I called you so many times on Saturday and you didn’t even think it was worth your time to pick up my calls or return them.”
“I’ve been busy. I actually have a job to do and a company to run.”
The line went silent for a couple of seconds as Bethany tried to figure out if Felix was being rude to her or he was just stating a fact. “Watch your tone when you speak to me.” She ordered. “Just because you’re the CEO doesn’t give you the right to speak to me any way you deem fit.”
And then once again, there was a pause in their conversation. Bethany waited for Felix to offer an apology to her for his behavior but Felix had already made up his mind not to. He had done nothing wrong; he didn’t need to apologize.
When Bethany realized that Felix wasn’t going to tender an apology anytime soon, she cleared her throat and continued. She knew that if she wanted to get him to buy some of the things on the list, she would have to try to be civil to him. “Anyway, have you gone through the links for the items that I sent to you?”
“Yes, mother.”
“And when will I be getting them?”
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