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VICTOR's POV

Seeing Oliver's current boyfriend was not something I wanted. When I decided to come here today, I was ready to have a proper conversation with Ollie alone. I managed to calm down before stepping into the shop so we could be civil with each other, but all my effort went out the window when I saw him. He wasn't even that hot! I couldn't understand what Ollie saw in him, and there was no way I would let such an average looking guy take away the only person that had ever meant so much for me.

When they went away and left me alone with Alison to wait for however long it would take, I was more than angry. I was ready to yell at him the moment he got back here, but Ali proved to be useful and helped me calm down again.

I knew she was right.

Discussing such a topic as me meeting my son wasn't something I should deal with while being angry. As much as I hated her for going with me, I was glad she did. I wasn't sure I would be able to surpass my anger if she wasn't here.

"Just concentrate on the little boy on the photo. I'm sure you'll be okay if you keep on thinking about him while talking. That's the only thing you can allow yourself to imagine while you'll be having the conversation, got it? You want to meet him, and that's it. Don't let your mind wander in different direction," she kept on saying, and even though it sounded logical, I wasn't sure I would be able to do that. Not with Ollie in front of me. Not with his boyfriend next to him, touching him and looking at him as if he was some kind of meat. I prayed for him to stay away and let us talk alone. There wasn't really any need for another person listening to us.

I knew I had to play it nice. Being aggressive definitely wasn't going to help my case, and even though I had the right to meet my son, Oliver was as hardheaded as me. If I wanted to make it happen sooner rather than later, I had to play by his rules, which meant I had to behave.

There were other ways to force him to cooperate, and getting a lawyer would be much easier considering this matter, but I wasn't a monster. I might be unyielding in many aspects, but I knew first-hand how parent's behavior and actions affected a child, and I wasn't going to do the same my father did. I sure as hell didn't want to hurt the child to just prove the point to Oliver, so there was not a chance of it happening.

Closing my eyes and breathing steadily, clearing my mind of everything insignificant, I listened to my so-called fiancée and concentrated on the picture of my son in my head. I had it engraved in my mind as I kept on staring at it for hours after Ollie gave it to me, so imagining it wasn't hard at all.

"Here they are," she whispered suddenly, starling me from my silent meditation.

It took a while for me to realize what her words meant, and my irritation from before was back full force. This conversation was supposed to be only between me and Ollie, and the guy coming with him didn't look like he was going to leave anytime soon.

"Calm down. You're not alone either, so it's only fair," Ali managed to say just before they came to the table and sat down.

I couldn't help but stare the guy down, wondering once again, what was so great about him. The only good thing I could figure out at the moment would be his age. I couldn't deny the fact he was younger than me, but that was all. Why did Ollie go for him? He looked so normal. Oliver was anything but ordinary, so this type of a guy definitely didn't suit him. I just couldn't imagine them working well together. It all seemed like a scene from a science fiction to me.

My analyzing was disturbed when he opened his mouth all of a sudden, and even his voice was extremely ordinary. It was like everything about him screamed boring from miles away, and it was starting to give me a headache. Oliver being with him didn't make any sense at all!

My mind still being too busy, Alison took the initiative and spoke up, and even though she probably didn't mean to sound so smug, she did. And I knew Oliver wouldn't take it well. It might be five years, but I doubted this side of him changed.

The tone of his voice when he started to talk next just confirmed my suspicion, and I had to reply before he got all red and angry. I couldn't afford him getting even more irritated than he already was.

"Give a second. I'm actually trying to be nice here," I mumbled, trying to buy myself more time. I needed to marshal my thoughts before getting to the main reason for my visit.

Calming myself some more, trying my hardest to think only about my son, not letting anything else invade my mind, I finally spoke the words that would definitely change my life.

"I want to meet our son." My voice trembled at the end, and I cursed myself for it. This situation was making me feel like shit, and I didn't want to seem weak to him, to his boyfriend. The last thing I needed right now was some ass laughing at me behind my back.

Watching Ollie carefully, I wasn't surprised he turned few shades whiter. I could see how scared he suddenly felt, and I hated that. I knew I wasn't the best during the past few days we'd met, but seeing him like this was terrible. I couldn't remember if I ever saw him look this way all those years ago, and it was killing me.

Thinking about something to say to show him I wasn't an enemy today, I was disturbed when he turned around, looking towards the door. Following his eyes, I stared at the person coming in, not being able to surpass the sigh when I realized it was his brother. If there was anything I wanted to avoid for the rest of my life, it was seeing this asshole. He was annoying even before we broke up, but after that, he turned into this unbearable prick, and every confrontation I had with him ended up in loud yelling and fistfights. Kyle's brain just worked that way. If there was something he didn't like, he dealt with it by force.

I was ready to stand up and leave, rescheduling our meeting for another time because this was starting to turn into a drama I didn't want, when I saw him; a little boy that went in running like a tornado.

He looked a bit older than in the photo I was given, but his features were the same. I could practically see myself while looking at him, and it made me gasp in shock. I felt my heart stop for a second, my hands turning all clammy and disgusting.

I couldn't stop staring at him. I heard Oliver and Kyle speaking in the distance, but it didn't matter to me at the moment. All that existed was the little boy, my son, being right in front of me. Seeing him in person changed everything.

Up until this time, having a child didn't really feel real. I knew it was the truth, Oliver confirming it and giving me the photo was proof enough for me. But seeing him in person was definite. Seeing a little person running around, laughing and speaking, looking happy and content, was real. It was a reality that finally hit me like a bomb, and I suddenly didn't know what to do with all these emotions exploding inside of me. My mind became foggy, and everything around me quieted down. The boy had my entire attention, and I couldn't care less if anyone was speaking to me or if anyone saw me in this state.

This was my son.

I came here today to somehow arrange my meeting with him, but I never even imagined I would get to see him so soon. And I didn't know how to deal with this.

If it was simply up to me, I would run to him and hug him, take him in my arms and keep on holding him for hours, but that wasn't realistic. I was sure Matthias had no idea who I was, and if a total stranger started to act this way, he would most likely freak out. Some kids probably wouldn't mind that, but some could be shy so much such a behavior could actually traumatize them. So I kept on sitting here, watching as Oliver took the little guy in his arms and started to chat with him, smiling and never letting anyone know how uncomfortable he was. But I could see it. His eyes weren't smiling at all, and his posture was too tense. The sight of them was, however, too beautiful to bear.

"Are you crying?" I winced when Alison spoke up, her mouth too close to my ear. If I wasn't so overwhelmed, I would have several inappropriate words to reply to her stupid comment, but when I realized my sight started to get blurry, I turned away, not saying anything.

"Vic." She squeezed my arm, her voice extremely gentle. I could tell there was more she wanted to say by the way she said my name, but she kept quiet, and I was thankful for that. I had to deal with this alone. Having someone talking to me when I was feeling like this would make everything worse.

"He is perfect," I whispered, clenching my trembling hands in attempts to calm down.

Who would expect having a child could make one feel so proud in a matter of seconds? I thought it would take time for me to start loving the little miracle wholeheartedly. It was a new thing for me, having a child. But I couldn't be more wrong. I didn't know anything about him, and still, I already couldn't imagine leaving and never seeing the cute guy again. That was not gonna happen, and I was ready to do everything in my power to stay near-by for as long as possible.

I wanted to be there for his next birthday. I wanted to see him growing up, falling in love and having a happy family in the future. I wanted to give him everything I could. I knew money didn't solve anything, and even though giving him gifts would make him temporarily happy, it wouldn't last. I had to be around to show him I loved him, show him he could depend on me if he ever needed anything. Show him I did care.

My eyes never straying away from Matthias, my breath got caught in my throat when our eyes met. His big round eyes were staring right at me, curiosity written all over his cute little face, and although I wanted to smile at him, I just kept on staring. I was sure I had to look terrible, scary even, so I was surprised when his smile widened.

"Daddy," he spoke up, and even though I could tell he was trying to whisper, his voice was too loud for me to not overhear it.

"What is it, honey?"

Matt pointed his tiny finger at me, eyes sparkling.

"It's your old friend! He looks sad, so you have to cheer him up!" he chuckled innocently, and my mind went into overload. His words didn't make any sense, and I didn't understand why he would call me a friend of Ollie's. There was one thing, though, I was sure about, and it gave me hope. A feeling I found extremely unnecessary and restraining in the past but loved at the moment.

My little boy knew me from somewhere, and it looked like he thought I was a good guy. If that really was the case, getting closer to him would be much easier than I had expected.

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I hope you enjoyed the chapter even though there was not much of a dialogue. I'll try to finish the next one as soon as possible!