David waited patiently at the restaurant Rachel told him to meet her at. She was 15 minutes late, but David didn’t think she was standing him up.
On the phone, when they had set up the meeting, she seemed just as eager to see him as he had been to see her. There was no way she would bail out now. There had to be a legitimate excuse. Besides, it was only 15 minutes. Perhaps she was stuck in traffic or something.
As if on cue, Rachel walked into the restaurant with a little boy in tow. She looked great. She hadn’t changed much over the years and the little change that did occur only made her look better.
Her son looked to be around the age of five, no more than six. He must have looked like his father because he didn’t look much like Rachel. It made David a little jealous. Had he played his cards better, that could be his son.
Taking note of David at the table, Rachel waved and came rushing over. When she finally made it, she ushered her son to a chair and she took a seat in one across from David.
“Sorry, I’m late,’ Rachel stated apologetically. “This young man over here can be a bit of a hand full.”
“Hi, young man,” David greeted. “What’s your name?”
“Junior,” the little boy replied.
“Yes,” Rachel interrupted. “Craig Jr., after his father.”
“So that would make you Mrs. -“
“I never took Craig’s name.”
“The circumstances on which we were married.”
“And what’s that?”
“I would rather not talk about that in front of Junior.”
“Okay. I understand. So, what are you doing with yourself these days?”
“Well, I’m looking for a job now. I had been a stay at home wife. After filing for the divorce, I figured it was time for me to start making my own source of income.”
“Oh, okay. So, what are you looking for? Something with your degree?”
“To tell you the truth, anything. I just want to have my own income. I don’t want to depend on Craig any longer.”
“So, what about you? Are you still working for that company?”
“Yes, I am. In fact, I’m a senior marketing manager right now.”
“Wow! That’s great!”
“Yeah, it’s a nice income. Pays the bills.”
“That’s good, too.”
“Yep. So, how old is Junior over here?”
“Five and a half,” Junior corrected.”
“Yes. Five and a half.”
“And strong, I bet,” David added.
“Just like my daddy,” Junior responded.
“I’m sure,” David said with a feigned grin.
“So, David,” Rachel began changing the subject. “Tell me about your love life. Have you ever been married or engaged.”
“Never. Haven’t even had a serious girlfriend. You seem to have set the bar pretty high.”
Rachel blushed. She was happy to see that David’s affections were still high and that he hadn’t found anyone else to take her place. It made her feel like a worthy woman.
“So, tell me,” David started. “How long were you and Craig married?”
“Not long. Not long at all. In fact, I would call it a marriage of convenience.”
“Is that so?”
Just then, Rachel’s cell phone rang. It was Craig.
“Hello? Wait. Give me a second.”
Putting her cell phone down Rachel requested, “Hey, David, this is Craig. I need to take this outside. Can you watch Junior for a moment for me?”
“Sure,” David replied.
“Thank you,” Rachel said as she got up and made her way out of the restaurant.
David looked over to Junior who was curiously staring at him. After moments of what seemed to be like a staring contest, Junior broke the silence.
“Who are you,” Junior asked.
“How do you know my mommy?”
“We’re old friends.”
“I never met you before. How old.”
“Wow, you are a very inquisitive young man.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
David laughed. The kid may have not looked like Rachel, but he had a lot of her personality.
“Older than you,” David responded.
“Do you know my daddy?”
“So, you are my mommy’s friend, but you are not my daddy’s friend?”
Junior paused for a moment. He gave David a look over as if to size him up. He then formulated what he wanted to say and spoke.
“I think my daddy can beat you up.”
“What,” David said laughing.
“Yep. He’s not going to let you have my mommy. He’s going to beat you up like all the other guys who try to be my daddy.”
“Is that so?”
“Yep. He says that nobody is going to take his place and that I should tell him if anybody is trying to steal my mommy away from him.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about that, son.”
“I am not your son.”
“My bad, little man.”
“Hey,” Rachel said coming just in time. “Sorry, about that. Looks like we’re going to have to cut this breakfast short. Craig is coming early to get Junior. He has him for the rest of the weekend. Maybe we can have dinner tonight.”
“That sounds great.”
“I’ll call you. C’mon, Junior. Let’s go.”
Junior got up and stuck his tongue out at David.
“Hey,” Rachel scolded. “What did you do that for?”
“Oh, don’t worry about it,” David interrupted. “He’s just a kid being a kid.”
“Don’t do that again,” Rachel corrected. “I’ll talk to you later, David.”
David watched as Rachel walked away with Junior. Regardless of how Craig may have felt, that was his future. He was going to make Rachel his all over again.