~Christopher’s POV~
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but I walked towards the table nonetheless.
“Can you tell me what he’s doing here, mother?”
“He's your father, Liam, I invited him." I didn't know what to say, even after our fight she still managed to make me look good in the eyes of my son. Why does she have to be so perfect? She confuses me even more, more like I'm the one in the wrong. More like she is waiting for me to grow up and accept us, our family. Does she feel the same way about me, or does she think I'm an old bastard who knows nothing more than to stick his cock in a kitty?
"But why?"
"We haven't gone out as a family, so I thought it would be best if he came."
"Why are you doing all the talking, Mother? Can't your so-called husband speak?"
"Young man, do not speak to your father in that way.”
“He is not my father!” he responded.
