THE Knight's Hidden Princess-Chapter 213: A Mother’s Dilemma
DAHLIA POV
A loud piercing shrill sounded in the air, the cry piercing the stillness of the morning. My gaze went down to Ivar who was crying loudly in my arms as if my touch physically burned him. His small face contorted with pain, red and his green eyes were filled with tears that streamed nonstop down his chubby face.
My chest hurt at each sounds that came from his throat. It hurt mostly for two reasons, the fact that I do not know what he was crying for and also the fact that I was responsible for it!
All I had wanted to do was just spend time with him. He was mostly always with Heather and the rest, his favorite of course seemed to be Reagan and I would be lying if I said that I didn’t want that too. I wanted the same connection that he had with his father.
It was something that I had looked forward too, the thought of him kept me going and while I admired the bond that he has with his father, I wanted that too. I was the one who had carried him for nine whole months after all and had given him life even at the risk of my own.
So why on earth does he hate me?
As if in answer to my question, Ivar let out another loud piercing cry and I almost wept at the sound. I continued to bounce him as I walked towards his toys. I picked up the one that makes the small jingling sounds and I waved it at him but he just smacked it out of my hands.
"Alright." I whispered as I searched through the scattered pile of toys, my fingers trembling as I picked up a small knitted rag doll and I waved it in front of him, "Here, see, you like it?"
Ivar stared at it with utter shock before he stared at me and I swore I saw a bit of disappointment in those eyes before he released another wail in protest.
I immediately threw the toy away, "Yeah, I wouldn’t play with that too." I said as I continued to search through the pile of toys when my hands found one wooden toy and I picked it up with a smile on my face.
"He’s got to like this one!" I muttered before waving it at him, "Look, a soldier!" I yelled with victory.
Please, please, please, please, let him like it, let him stop crying! I prayed as I held the toy up with a hopeful look in my face but Ivar stared at it with disinterest before he turned away with an angry wail, squirming in my arms as if he wanted to get away from me.
Oh gods! I cried as my own tears started rolling down my cheeks "What do you want from me? Tell me just exactly what you want from me?" I pleaded as I sobbed while rocking him back and forth.
What I wouldn’t give to hear babies talk instead of crying! I thought to myself as I wiped at my tears.
Almost as if he had been summoned, the door to the room immediately opened and Reagan strolled in looking shirtless and covered in sweat. In his hand, he was holding a shield and a sword which he immediately dropped in a corner before he ran forward towards me.
He reached for Ivar and I didn’t even hesitate to let him have him. I watched as he grabbed Ivar with his, before he held me across his chest using one hand to stroke him.
And just like that Ivar stopped crying, cooing as he made himself comfortable in Reagan’s arms.
Traitor! I thought as I glared at my son who was enjoying his fatherly bond before I stood up and walked over to the bed where I flopped down on it. "It’s official, my own son hates me!"
Reagan barked out a laugh as he turned to look at me. "Come one you know that’s not true."
"Easy for you to say." I replied, "You are not on the receiving end of his shrill cry and outright rejection, you have no idea how it feels."
"You are right, I do not." Reagan answered with a thoughtful expression on his face, "To be honest, I can’t say that I’ve ever faced any rejection before in my life, people love me." He said laughing a little too loud for my liking.
"But then again, you are his mother so he can never hate you." Reagan was quick to correct himself when I continued to glare at him.
Heaving out a sigh, my gaze landed on Ivar who now seemed captivated with Reagan’s hair. It’s been two months now and I wonder if he was ever going to play with me like that or stare at me with the same adoration he stares at Reagan with.
"Hey." Reagan said as he carefully set Ivar aside on his bed with his toys. "Ivar loves you, don’t allow yourself to think any less."
"Yeah, I’m sure he does." I said with a sigh to which Reagan chuckled at before he came to join me on the bed.
"He does and so do I. I love you Dahlia, always and forever." He said grabbing my knuckles and placing a kiss on it for emphasis. "And I for one, can’t wait to get married to you, truly."
Right, the wedding! Just thinking about it made a smile immediately appear on my face. It was going to be happening this weekend and the preparations for it were going on so well. Ivana of course had made sure she was in charge of the wedding planning as soon as she heard of it, Adeline had joined too and it was safe to say that we were starting to well be respectful to each other.
Even Miguel now seems to watch his tongue with how he speaks to me, the only ones who were still proving to be difficult was Marina and Celeste but at least we all tolerate each other’s presence so it’s safe to say that we won’t be throwing knives on the day of the wedding, so it was going to be perfect!
I smiled at the thought, still feeling excited when the door knocked and Nikolai came in. I watched as he rubbed Ivar’s curls before he stepped forward. "Your presence is needed, we’ve got word about the product."
"What product?" I asked in confusion.
Reagan turned to look at me with a smile. "Don’t worry about it." He says before he turned back to look at Nikolai. "Alright let me take a quick shower and I will be right out with you."
Nikolai nodded his head once then stepped out of the room. I watched Reagan enter the bathroom leaving me alone with my thoughts which consisted mostly of what Nikolai came here to say.
Just what on earth does he mean by the product and why won’t Reagan tell me?
