HIII

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Kasia

I stood there, frozen in fear as I licked my lips waiting for either one of them. I waited for them to criticize my outfit, my weight, my hair. I was scared.

"What are you doing here?" My mother asked, her voice stoic, gazing at my outfit before looking back up at me.

"Well, I wanted to bring Zaire to–"

"Kasia..." Silver trailed off when he saw my parents, he was holding Zaire, who just so happened to have puked on him, Analia was now also out of the car.

My parents both gaped, mouths slightly open and I began to explain. "This is my son, Zaire, I gave birth to him two months ago," I said while wiping his face and handing some wipes to Silver. "This is my boyfriend, Silver Moretto."

"Moretto?" Father inquired. "Italian."

Silver narrowed his eyes in dislike. "Yes." he replied in a relatively normal voice.

"And his daughter, Analia."

Analia waved. "Hello!"

"But, um, Winston's dropping her off at a resort close by for her birthday." I finished.

Mother sighed. "We sent you to America to become a doctor and you've brought back a baby and a man with a child. Kasia you are twenty-three years old," my mother reprimanded.

I held Silver's hand tightly. I can defend myself. "I am a surgeon, mother. You would know that if you even bothered to pick up the phone."

She scoffed. "You–"

"Kasi!" Kishma ran out of the house, when she saw Zaire in my hands she gasped. "Aw," she cooed. "Is that him?!" I nodded and she looked up at Silver. "Kishma, nice to meet you."

Silver nodded, but didn't say a word. He was irritated.

"Hey, you're Analia, right?" Kishma smiled, sticking her hand out. "Happy birthday."

Analia beamed. "Thank you!"

"You knew she was coming, Kishma?" Father asked.

"Um, yeah, it was a surprise. You guys are grandparents." Kishma said, oblivious to their slight anger.

"When was this planned?" Mother asked.

"A while back," Kishma said.

"Like, two months ago," Winston said, strolling in. "You ready?"

Silver narrowed his eyes as Analia nodded eagerly. "Bye, dad, bye, Kasia. Have fun. I sure will," she giggled as I winked at her.

Silver rolled his eyes.

Analia got back in the car and Winston tipped his bucket hat. "Kishma got your rooms ready so–"

"Rooms?" Silver asked.

I chuckled nervously. "Silver and I...we share a room."

"Are you guys married?" Father asked.

I shook my head. "No, but–"

Mother shook her head. "You aren't married, but you have a child together and you still sleep in the same room? How many children do you want to have before you marry?"

"It's not nineteen-fifty, mom, only true warriors are virgins." Kishma said, side-eyeing them.

"Well, I'm gonna go do what I'm supposed to do." Winston said awkwardly before sinking down and into the car.

Kishma rolled her eyes. "Come on, I'll show you to your room."

I smiled gratefully as Silver grunted.

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"You've been in a bad mood all day," I said when Silver continued to ignore me. "Why?" I placed Zaire in his crib.

"You already know why, Kasia. I don't want to be here. Your–"

"I know. It's only two weeks. Analia will be back in two days, and if by then we're not settled, then we'll leave. Ok," I said crawling across the bed to straddle him. "Don't ignore me please," I smiled, kissing him.

His arms slipped around my waist, his one hand squeezing my ass as I gasped. "You owe me."

"I know, baby," I squished his cheeks as he glared at me. "I got you–" I paused when the door opened and both my parents came in. "Um," I quickly got off of an unhappy Silver.

They both stared disappointedly.

"We came to see our grandchild," Mother said, her head high.

Silver scoffed, but I smiled. "Ok," I walked over to his crib and gently picked him up, causing him to whine. "I named him Zaire Zelos Argento Moretto." I said softly.

Mother hesitantly walked up to me, her features softening. "Oh, he's a beautiful child,"

I felt glad.

Father narrowed his eyes on Silver, who glared back at him. "What happened to your arm?" Mother's attention moved toward Silver's arm, surprise crossing her features.

"It got blown off–"

I laughed. "That's so funny, Silver, stop playing games." I continued to laugh fakely. "No, he got into an accident while hiking, a snake bit him and the poison traveled in his arm, had to chop it off and get a fake one."

Silver's patience began to slip and I could feel it in the glare he was giving me.

Father raised an eyebrow. "How unfortunate," he said. "Do you have to look at everyone like that?"

Silver's jaw clenched. "Y–"

"He has RBF–resting bitch face–excuse my language." I lied through my teeth yet again.

Mother hummed. "May I hold him?"

I hesitated, but then nodded. "Ok," I said slowly. "But don't move, I can't trust you." I said bluntly.

Mother frowned. "Excuse me–"

I cut her off right there. "Let's not act like you didn't give me hell all through my childhood, please." I sighed. "I came here to see Auntie and Uncle and to see if you guys were even remotely sorry for what you did to me. For sending a minor alone to the U.S, but it doesn't seem like it." I frowned.

Father opened his mouth. "Kasia–"

I shook my head. "It's ok, I already forgave you. I won't let our past affect my son's future, but let's not act like I should be comfortable or trusting to the people who should've loved me when I came out of the womb."

Mother frowned. "I must talk with you, later, Kasia." She handed Zaire back to me, looked at my father, and walked away.

Father tipped his head and followed his wife.

I frowned, looking at Silver.

"Kasia..." he trailed off.

I sighed, shaking my head. "No,"

Silver scowled. "I don't think she's your real mother."

I nodded. "I guess I was thinking the same thing." I frowned. "But if they adopt–or what if–no, I'm not doing this." I facepalmed.

"You gonna go?"

I nodded. "I wanna know." I handed Zaire to him and kissed him. "I love you," I kissed him repeatedly. "Thank you for coming with me," I said gratefully.

"I mean did I have a choice?" he whined as I laughed, kissing me back. "Just...be careful. Don't let–"

"I'll be fine." I assured. "I'm only disappointed, but at least Zaire will have grandparents," I softly sweep a curl off my son's head.

They weren't sorry and it hurts me more than I can ever imagine...

It's to know that my parents didn't love me, because I wasn't to their standards. Even after becoming a doctor so young, achieving so much at my age.

Or just being their daughter.

They don't love me and they're not sorry.

Y'all are in for a twist

that's all I will say.