One Wild Night

830 Lonely Dinner

Dawn stood by the dining, tears rolling down her eyes as she refused to sit down for her lone dinner.

It was over a month already since she was brought back to the country by her governess and she had only seen her mom once and was yet to set her eyes on either of her grandparents.

"I want my mom," she cried to her governess, who had been put in charge of her.

"Miss Dawn, we have been over this already. Your mother can't come to you now. Next week she will visit you. Until then, you have to be a nice young lady and dine alone, else you won't see her," Her governess said but that only made Dawn to cry harder.

"I want to go home. I miss my mom. I miss my grandfather and grandmother. I want to see them," Dawn cried, and the housekeeper who stood by the dining table snifled, earning her a warning glare from the governess.

"And I told you that sometimes in life you can't get everything you want. I will put a video call across to your mother now, and she will keep you company while you eat. Is that good enough?" She asked, and Dawn bobbed her head.

"Now wipe your tears and sit down," the governess ordered and Dawn did as she was told.

"No. No. Not with your hands. You are not a baby," she chided when Dawn used the back of her hand to swipe at her tears.

The housekeeper quickly picked up the tissue box on the table and handed it to Dawn and she carefully took a piece from it and wiped her tears.

The governess walked away from Dawn before dialing Kimberly's line, and Kimberly who was in the middle of dinner with her parents and some business partners rose, "Please excuse me," she said politely as she walked away to receive the call.

"What's wrong? Is Dawn okay?" Kimberly asked with a worried frown.

"She is refusing to eat again and is crying. She wants to see you," the governess explained and Kimberly's heart broke at the thought of Dawn crying.

She wished the situation could be helped but she couldn't do anything yet. There would be no point in getting cut off and going to suffer with Dawn.

The only way she could take care of Dawn and give her the kind of life she deserved, was to patiently try to get her father to forgive her and accept Dawn.

"You can't keep calling me each time she cries this way. This arrangement is going to remain this way for some time so she has to get used to not seeing me for the time being," Kimberly said and the governess nodded.

"I understand, but she doesn't. Maybe you should explain to her…"

"Tell her I'm busy with work and I can't talk to her now. I will call her before she goes to bed…"

"Can she just see your fac…" before the governess could finish, Kimberly hung up the call.

The governess heaved a deep sigh before returning to meet Dawn who was waiting eagerly to speak to her mom.

"I'm sorry, Miss Dawn, your mom is busy with work and can't talk to you now. But she says if you're a good girl and you eat your dinner, she will call before you go to bed," the governess said, and Dawn's shoulders slumped as she bowed her head, her eyes downcast.

"Do you want me to eat with you?" The governess offered when she saw that Dawn's tears were dropping again.

Dawn shook her head as she picked up her cutlery. Although she didn't feel like eating, she had to be a big girl and eat so that her mom would call.

Now she wished she had remained with Lucy and everyone else. Even though they had been unfriendly towards her at first, they had all eaten together.

She wished Jamal was there with her to fight with her over the sitting arrangement or over anything else.

"I want Lucy," Dawn said, and the governess glanced at the housekeeper who hurried away to get Dawn's stuffed panda.

Once she brought it, Dawn rose from her seat and placed it there and went to sit at the right side of it picturing it to be Lucy.

Jamal could sit at the left hand side of Lucy while she stayed at the right. Her lips curved in a smile as she imagined Lucy and Jamal eating with her, while the housekeeper and governess watched her, wondering what she was thinking.

Away from there, no sooner had Harry walked into his bedroom and taken off his clothes before his phone rang with a phone call from his father.

"Hey, dad!" Harry greeted as he sat on the edge of him bed wearing only his underpants.

"How are you, Harry?" Aaron asked quietly.

"Uncle Harry, I miss you," Jamal called from behind Aaron, surprising Aaron who had left him in bed just some minutes ago.

"You should be sleeping, child," Harry heard Aaron chide him.

"I can't sleep. You left before I fell asleep properly," he heard Jamal complain and smiled.

"You've slept too much beside your mother that you can't sleep in your own bed alone," Aaron said with a shake of his head as he let Jamal join him on the couch before returning his attention to the phone call.

"Say hello to Jamal so he can return to his bedroom. He's been wanting to talk to you," Aaron said before handing the phone Jamal.

"Hello, Jam. How's my favorite nephew doing?" Harry asked with a wide smile, happy to talk to Jamal.

"When mom and aunt Andy have other kids, will I remain your favorite?" Jamal asked making Aaron and Harry laugh.

"Of course," Harry assured him.

"Alright. How are you doing? How is Lucy and Tom and everyone?" Jamal asked and Harry smiled.

"They are very fine. We all miss you a lot," Harry said and Jamal nodded.

"I miss you all too. How is Dawn?" Jamal asked, and Harry raised a brow.

"Dawn?"

"Yes."

"I suppose she is fine. Why are you asking? Do you miss her? I thought you both were always fighting over Lucy's attention?" Harry asked with interest.

"We made up. She is my friend now. I will like to talk to her," Jamal said and Harry sighed.

"I don't think that will be possible, Jam. She is very far away and we can't get access to her," Harry said apologetically.

"Lucy told you the same thing. Why are you asking Harry?" Aaron asked with a shake of his head.

Jamal frowned, "Does that mean I won't see her or speak to her again?"

"That might be possible in the future, but not anytime soon," Harry said and Jamal sighed.

"How near is the future?" He asked, making Aaron laugh, and Harry who had been trying to hold back his amusement at the question couldn't help but laugh too.

"Even tomorrow is the future," Harry said, and Jamal frowned.

"How can tomorrow be the future when tomorrow is soon and you said not anytime soon but in the future?" Jamal asked and Harry massaged his temple.

"You've asked enough questions, boy. Now go back to bed, else I won't let you play with your bike tomorrow," Aaron said to Harry's relief.

"Will you come to my room? Or should I go to your room?" Jamal asked grudgingly as he rose.

"Go to my room. I will join you after my phone call," Aaron said and with that Jamal left.

"He has been talking about Dawn a lot. I think Dawn is his second Lucy," Aaron told Harry.

"At least he has moved from crushing on someone old enough to be his mom to crushing on someone younger than him. We don't have to be worried about him dating older women," Harry said and Aaron chuckled.

"How are you?" Aaron asked, sounding serious again.

"I'm fine. And you? How are you?"

"I'm okay. How did the meeting go? How is she?" Aaron asked and if it was before, Harry would have been mad at the note of concern he heard in his father's voice, but now he was just tired.

"The meeting went well. She said Candace is older than me," Harry said, and Aaron nodded.

"I figured. How is her health?" Aaron asked and Harry scowled.

"Was I supposed to ask her? I don't care about her enough to want to know about that. And you shouldn't either," Harry said and Aaron sighed.

"She is my wife," Aaron reminded him quietly.

"WAS!" Harry corrected angrily.

"Is. Maybe it hasn't occurred to you yet that we never got divorced," Aaron said and Harry frowned.

"That's because it wasn't even a real marriage in the first place…"

"I married her for better or worse, Harry. It might have been a bad decision, but I did. And she gave me two wonderful kids regardless of everything else she did. I understand you both can't forgive her. I haven't forgiven her either. I won't. But I can't bring myself hate her. Don't blame me for still caring about her. I know she doesn't deserve it…"

"Is that why you never remarried? Because you didn't divorce her?" Harry asked, cutting him off.

"I didn't divorce her because I didn't want to. And I didn't remarry because I didn't want to either. After Candace and Andy returns, I'm going to fly down to see her," Aaron said and Harry frowned.

"I don't want you to see her. The last time you were in contact with her it affected your heart," Harry said and Aaron shook his head.

"The only thing that affected my heart was my worry about her contacting you and how you would react to it. Its different now. I want to see her. I want to talk to her and ask her some questions so I can have my closure," Aaron said and Harry raised a brow.

"Closure?"

"Yes. And I'm going to divorce her now," Aaron said and Harry relaxed.

"Do you need me to..."

"No. I don't need your help. I can handle my business myself," Aaron cut him off, and Harry smiled.

"Alright. Maybe after you get divorced I can take you to a club and get you a girlfriend," Harry suggested and Aaron chuckled.

"I can get myself a girlfriend if I need one. Mind your business," Aaron said and Harry raised a brow.

"I don't remember you minding your business when you kept interfering in my personal life…"

"You're my son, so you're business…"

"And you're my father, so you're my business. And maybe this time you should leave it up to me to choose the right woman for you, seeing as you made such a shitty first choice," Harry said and Aaron chuckled.

"Well, that shitty first choice birthed you, and maybe that's why you're so full of shit," Aaron fired back making Harry laugh.

"So, would you want to remarry? Just so you know, I'm not interested in having younger siblings at my age," Harry said, making Aaron laugh.

"You want to remain the youngest in the family. You like being the last born, huh?" Aaron taunted.

"Bye," Harry said, and hung up the call before his father could say anything else.

The thought of his father finally being free from his feelings for Sara and moving on made his lips curve in a smile. He wondered what his father's ideal type of woman would be and if he would ever remarry. He hoped so.