The Baker's Son
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“Why won’t they tell us?” She paced back and forth in her husband’s office, brows furrowed drawing invisible strategies.
“They will.” He took of his glasses and rubbed his temple. “They will when they’re ready.”
“They are ready. Are they scared? We’re not scary!” Scratching her nose, she continued walking back and forth. “And he almost called me ‘mom’ during dinner!” She saw Junsu’s handsome features, gently patting thin air as she imagined patting his face.
“When? I didn’t hear it.”
“He did! Sometime during dinner.”
“Honey, are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“How sure are you?”
“Very sure.”
“Are you sure?”
“No.” She sat down and sulked on the couch. Perhaps it was wishful thinking on her part.
He strolled towards the sofa and settled next to his wife, squeezing her shoulder in reassurance. “You love him already.”
“I can’t help it.” She stood up with revived determination. “I’ve got a plan!” She pursed her lips pensively. “No. I’ve got plans!”
“Am I part of it?”
“Yes.”
He cringed in defeat.
“Will I like it?”
“Nope!”
The intercom in his office buzzed, and the voice of his secretary bellowed throughout the office.
“Sir, someone is here to see you.”
His wife raised an eyebrow in question and he shrugged his shoulders mouthing ‘I don’t know.’
“Let them in.”
A woman strolled in leisurely with a pretentious air of importance, and his face changed from an expression of mirth to annoyance. His wife smirked inwardly, eyes calculating as she eyed the woman from head to toe. If her husband’s grimace was anything to go by, she could confidently come to her own conclusions.
“Can I help you?”
She tossed a full yellow envelope onto his desk, resembling the one she gave before.
“More pictures?”
“Yes.” Her mouth twisted. “And these are much more-“
“So you’re Junsu’s…” Clearing her throat loudly in vexation, she placed herself next to her husband. “…mother.” Looking at the woman and uttering the word left a bad taste in her mouth.
“Do you want more money?” His tone was blunt and unapologetic.
“I advise you take a look at those pictures before throwing insults in my face.”
Jaejoong’s mother walked briskly to the desk, tearing open the envelope and staring blankly at the contents. He sat back down on the sofa knowing full well everything concerning Junsu was out of his hands now. His wife was taking full control of the situation. The devil woman brought it all upon herself.
She threw the pictures into the trashcan without a second glance.
“Get out.” She stormed towards Junsu’s mother, heels clicking loudly on the marble floor. “No more.” She stood face to face. “From a woman to a woman.” She stepped even closer. “From a mother,” pointing to herself, “to a monster,” and she jabbed the woman roughly on the shoulder. “Get the fuck out.”
He snorted, realizing where Jaejoong inherited his potty mouth.
“How dare-“
“How dare you!” She pulled out a picture of Junsu standing at his father’s grave and held it out, hands shaking from anger. “How dare you do this to him.”
Jaejoong’s father held the door open as the woman slowly backed away from the advancement.
“He’s my son now, do you understand? And we…” she emphatically pointed to her husband and back to herself, “…will love him more than you ever will.” She was close to sobbing by the time the stunned woman was over the threshold. “Junsu is mine to love. He loves my Jaejoong, so he is mine to love and care for now, do you understand?”
She slammed the door shut; he held her close as she cried.
“I still have a plan,” she whispered through her sniffles and her husband laughed.
“Why won’t they tell us?” She paced back and forth in her husband’s office, brows furrowed drawing invisible strategies.
“They will.” He took of his glasses and rubbed his temple. “They will when they’re ready.”
“They are ready. Are they scared? We’re not scary!” Scratching her nose, she continued walking back and forth. “And he almost called me ‘mom’ during dinner!” She saw Junsu’s handsome features, gently patting thin air as she imagined patting his face.
“When? I didn’t hear it.”
“He did! Sometime during dinner.”
“Honey, are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“How sure are you?”
“Very sure.”
“Are you sure?”
“No.” She sat down and sulked on the couch. Perhaps it was wishful thinking on her part.
He strolled towards the sofa and settled next to his wife, squeezing her shoulder in reassurance. “You love him already.”
“I can’t help it.” She stood up with revived determination. “I’ve got a plan!” She pursed her lips pensively. “No. I’ve got plans!”
“Am I part of it?”
“Yes.”
He cringed in defeat.
“Will I like it?”
“Nope!”
The intercom in his office buzzed, and the voice of his secretary bellowed throughout the office.
“Sir, someone is here to see you.”
His wife raised an eyebrow in question and he shrugged his shoulders mouthing ‘I don’t know.’
“Let them in.”
A woman strolled in leisurely with a pretentious air of importance, and his face changed from an expression of mirth to annoyance. His wife smirked inwardly, eyes calculating as she eyed the woman from head to toe. If her husband’s grimace was anything to go by, she could confidently come to her own conclusions.
“Can I help you?”
She tossed a full yellow envelope onto his desk, resembling the one she gave before.
“More pictures?”
“Yes.” Her mouth twisted. “And these are much more-“
“So you’re Junsu’s…” Clearing her throat loudly in vexation, she placed herself next to her husband. “…mother.” Looking at the woman and uttering the word left a bad taste in her mouth.
“Do you want more money?” His tone was blunt and unapologetic.
“I advise you take a look at those pictures before throwing insults in my face.”
Jaejoong’s mother walked briskly to the desk, tearing open the envelope and staring blankly at the contents. He sat back down on the sofa knowing full well everything concerning Junsu was out of his hands now. His wife was taking full control of the situation. The devil woman brought it all upon herself.
She threw the pictures into the trashcan without a second glance.
“Get out.” She stormed towards Junsu’s mother, heels clicking loudly on the marble floor. “No more.” She stood face to face. “From a woman to a woman.” She stepped even closer. “From a mother,” pointing to herself, “to a monster,” and she jabbed the woman roughly on the shoulder. “Get the fuck out.”
He snorted, realizing where Jaejoong inherited his potty mouth.
“How dare-“
“How dare you!” She pulled out a picture of Junsu standing at his father’s grave and held it out, hands shaking from anger. “How dare you do this to him.”
Jaejoong’s father held the door open as the woman slowly backed away from the advancement.
“He’s my son now, do you understand? And we…” she emphatically pointed to her husband and back to herself, “…will love him more than you ever will.” She was close to sobbing by the time the stunned woman was over the threshold. “Junsu is mine to love. He loves my Jaejoong, so he is mine to love and care for now, do you understand?”
She slammed the door shut; he held her close as she cried.
“I still have a plan,” she whispered through her sniffles and her husband laughed.